Chapter 33: Doing the Asshole In
His name was Max Sheppner and I still admit to this day that I meant to kill him. Never have I left the scene of a crime believing one of my victims were dead when they weren’t. That was like asking for a guilty verdict at any trial for attempted murder, among other crimes. But Max didn’t die that night, even though I wanted him to. Angels had kept him alive. Maybe even God Himself. I honestly don’t know how he lived, but he did.
In truth, I couldn’t wait to murder the little arrogant prick. He had money and did drugs. He drove a BMW but wanted to walk to Rochester, just so he could say he did. He had a younger sister named Melody, who looked a little like Madeline, his girlfriend, or so he said, and that sort of gave me the creeps. He knew he was handsom
