'You Got A Lighter?' :Part One:

'You Got A Lighter?' :Part One:

Pssh... you don't belong in this world... And you don't quiet understand me... do ya? I ain't your creator, and I didn't help raise you. No, none of that bullshit. I didn't take you in, and I sure 'nough ain't going to try and pull you out of this one. You're on your own.... I seen what you did, boy, and I saw what you did with the remains. I captured you. And you know just as well as I do that pictures can say many things. With just one glance. What were you trying to prove? What? You didn't think you'd be seen, did you? Been down that road. And it wasn't pretty. You're sitting in this dark room, scared. Terrified. Half way pale. So was that all-aloner. Didn't seem to stop you from doing what you did. Eh? Say that again? You don't know what you did wrong? You've got to be kidding me... Boy, do I even look dumbfounded to you about your case? Ha! Police is all over it, so you can bet your ass you musta done somethin' wrong! What do I want from you? Alls I want is for you to tell me what in the hell you were thinking.. Mere as that.. Ha, ha, ha, you still don't understand me? Come on. Walk...- well, never mind, can't do that in your situation now can you!? Listen to me, boy, and you listen to me good.. Don't mistake me as a stalker, no, because I've got better things to do. I'm not a serial killer, unlike yourself, and I wouldn't even imagine doing what you did three Januaries ago.. Never, not in a million years..

Where am I going? Gee, can't I get a chair? Now, let's get this out of the way...

Right now, your mind isn't functioning well is it? Didn't think so. Also, your probably forgot your own name, and everything about you? Yeah, well, it's Dmirti; and it's plastered all over the news, Dmirti. Welcome to Hollywood. Welcome to the Hall of Fame, if I must. Your not a father, and your not poor. Rich fellow. And it makes me wonder, 'Why in the hell would you do what you did?'. You had a wealthy job, and a beautiful wife. Drop gorgeous. You had everything you ever need and wanted combined! Ready for you to say the word, and it was yours. I guess wealth isn't what Mr. Microsoft made it to be, huh? No. You came from a rich family, everything you ever spoke about was globalize. Nothing, and I mean nothing can compare to what you had. You had it bad... And in this case, 'bad' does mean 'good'... Didn't stop you there... you felt you needed everything. You didn't rob a bank, and you didn't kill your boss and blame it on Bob over there... Much worse than that... What I am about to say may hunt you, even when you die. This won't go away, so be all ears....