KillingTime
Diary of a Hit Man
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Please Note
This blog has been a work of fiction. It was not done as an attempt to solicit any kind of writing contract, but as a writing exercise. Hopefully no one was (too) offended in the process.
Click here to read more about the author's other projects.
click here for the author's personal blog.
8:23 PM (1) comments (Home/top)
This blog has been a work of fiction. It was not done as an attempt to solicit any kind of writing contract, but as a writing exercise. Hopefully no one was (too) offended in the process.
Click here to read more about the author's other projects.
click here for the author's personal blog.
8:23 PM (1) comments (Home/top)
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
From an anonymous comment:
"...sometimes I'd wonder why people read me..."
Well, I came looking about judge leafkow's family in Chicago...
Do YOU know anything about that KT?
Short answer:
Not really.
ABC Chicago news story
CNN’s story
Longer answer:
From everything I can see, this was the work of an amateur. Breaking in through a basement window? Not my style. I also rarely leave bodies to be found by family members, although in this case it was probably done that way on purpose.
Mr. Hale is clearly not the smartest...
I remember back when he was first in trouble for trying to hire someone to kill her. I posted something back then about how I wouldn’t have taken the job if it had come up. To have taken the job since would have been just stupid.
For one, the connection to him is just too easy. Even if he isn’t connected, he’s under suspicion for obvious reasons. Odds are the guy who did it will get caught. Either he will, or Hale will tell it all - or it was him. If it was him, he’s just as screwed. Maybe he did it himself. Maybe he hired someone. If he hired someone, my guess is it was probably someone cheap.
This would be one good example of why I’ve avoided high profile jobs in the past...
9:21 PM (5) comments (Home/top)
Monday, February 28, 2005
I Almost Forgot
So this morning I went out for bagels. I had some other errands to run anyway. There was snow on all the cars, so I cleared a couple others off while my car was warming up.
Then I'm driving about the city, going nowhere fast in the morning traffic, with nothing better to do than listen to "wacky" "morning show" crap on the radio. A couple stations are talking about the recent discovery of the BTK killer. Callers are calling in talking about living next to him, and then it's people calling in talking about living near other infamous serial killers.
And that got me thinking. I could just picture my neighbors.
"Oh, he was just this guy. He'd go off on some business trip and I'd watch his cat for him..."
I got news for you, folks. It's not that serial killers are all quiet, friendly people. It's not that serial killers seem like regular people. The fact that he went to your church, or volunteered with your son's Boy Scout troop isn't what creeps you out.
It's that deep down, you're not as better as you think. We all have that in us, and it's the recognition of that that disturbs people. It's not that serial killers are just like regular people. It's that the regular people are like just like the serial killers.
4:57 PM (3) comments (Home/top)
So this morning I went out for bagels. I had some other errands to run anyway. There was snow on all the cars, so I cleared a couple others off while my car was warming up.
Then I'm driving about the city, going nowhere fast in the morning traffic, with nothing better to do than listen to "wacky" "morning show" crap on the radio. A couple stations are talking about the recent discovery of the BTK killer. Callers are calling in talking about living next to him, and then it's people calling in talking about living near other infamous serial killers.
And that got me thinking. I could just picture my neighbors.
"Oh, he was just this guy. He'd go off on some business trip and I'd watch his cat for him..."
I got news for you, folks. It's not that serial killers are all quiet, friendly people. It's not that serial killers seem like regular people. The fact that he went to your church, or volunteered with your son's Boy Scout troop isn't what creeps you out.
It's that deep down, you're not as better as you think. We all have that in us, and it's the recognition of that that disturbs people. It's not that serial killers are just like regular people. It's that the regular people are like just like the serial killers.
4:57 PM (3) comments (Home/top)
The 2 Things
I've been thinking about 2 little things a lot lately. Ever since I've put up that bloghop rating thing it's mattered to me what people think.
I'm not sure I cared before I put that up. I mean, yah, sometimes I'd wonder why people read me, and what might bring any of them back. But for the most part I've done this for me. My own little therapy. Isn't that what gets most bloggers started? That or politics, I think.
But there's this wide range of reactions. Both ends of the love it to hate it spectrum are well covered, as is the middle ground. And more votes than I expected. So that part's cool.
The other thing started with someone posting about not thinking I'm real. I guess I'm in good company it that regards, but then I realize I'm not.
Who are some other bloggers whose reality have been questioned?
Belle de Jour
"Isabella V." of shes.aflightrisk.org
Alexa of www.nyhotties.com
OK, they're all women (in theory) but that's not what sets me apart from them. Those three can write. And I mean write. I can understand people thinking those are actually writers trying to get attention.
And then there's me. I couldn't write a book if I wanted to. I don't have the kind of vocabulary that jumps out, begging to be put on paper. I don't have that kind of creativity.
So Belle will publish her book, and Isabella (yah, I doubt her too, but still a good read) and Alexa will keep impressing people with their flowing dramatic prose, and I'll just go on being me.
But the coffeemaker's beeping, and there's a cat to feed, and I've got the worst bagel craving, and outside is the cold and wet that only Chicago and some equally crappy parts of New England can really master...
7:44 AM (2) comments (Home/top)
I've been thinking about 2 little things a lot lately. Ever since I've put up that bloghop rating thing it's mattered to me what people think.
I'm not sure I cared before I put that up. I mean, yah, sometimes I'd wonder why people read me, and what might bring any of them back. But for the most part I've done this for me. My own little therapy. Isn't that what gets most bloggers started? That or politics, I think.
But there's this wide range of reactions. Both ends of the love it to hate it spectrum are well covered, as is the middle ground. And more votes than I expected. So that part's cool.
The other thing started with someone posting about not thinking I'm real. I guess I'm in good company it that regards, but then I realize I'm not.
Who are some other bloggers whose reality have been questioned?
Belle de Jour
"Isabella V." of shes.aflightrisk.org
Alexa of www.nyhotties.com
OK, they're all women (in theory) but that's not what sets me apart from them. Those three can write. And I mean write. I can understand people thinking those are actually writers trying to get attention.
And then there's me. I couldn't write a book if I wanted to. I don't have the kind of vocabulary that jumps out, begging to be put on paper. I don't have that kind of creativity.
So Belle will publish her book, and Isabella (yah, I doubt her too, but still a good read) and Alexa will keep impressing people with their flowing dramatic prose, and I'll just go on being me.
But the coffeemaker's beeping, and there's a cat to feed, and I've got the worst bagel craving, and outside is the cold and wet that only Chicago and some equally crappy parts of New England can really master...
7:44 AM (2) comments (Home/top)
Saturday, February 26, 2005
It's a strange career path
I was recently asked in an email if there were women in this line of work.
I really couldn't answer. It's not like there are conventions. We don't all have some bar we hang out at and swap stories. We don't have our own web sites or chat channels... Or if so, nobody invited me. There isn't a union or a trade association.
On one hand some of the...suppliers I have probably know about some others. Most of them don't ask what I'm using the supplies for. Hey, there's more than one reason somebody might be an unregistered gun, right? Don't ask, don't tell. If any of them have a clue about me I'd expect them not to say anything, so they're not going to just tell me about their other customers, are they?
So I don't know if I'm representative of the trade or not. I suppose I might be. People probably get into it for varied reasons, but there are probably similar character traits all around. There's a specific kind of person that becomes a politician, or a doctor, or an engineer. Why should this be too different?
So that's the thoughts running through my head this morning while I munch on Eggos. God, these are crappy. On that note, I think I'm going out for breakfast. There's a place not far away that does just the best omelettes...
10:23 AM (0) comments (Home/top)
I was recently asked in an email if there were women in this line of work.
I really couldn't answer. It's not like there are conventions. We don't all have some bar we hang out at and swap stories. We don't have our own web sites or chat channels... Or if so, nobody invited me. There isn't a union or a trade association.
On one hand some of the...suppliers I have probably know about some others. Most of them don't ask what I'm using the supplies for. Hey, there's more than one reason somebody might be an unregistered gun, right? Don't ask, don't tell. If any of them have a clue about me I'd expect them not to say anything, so they're not going to just tell me about their other customers, are they?
So I don't know if I'm representative of the trade or not. I suppose I might be. People probably get into it for varied reasons, but there are probably similar character traits all around. There's a specific kind of person that becomes a politician, or a doctor, or an engineer. Why should this be too different?
So that's the thoughts running through my head this morning while I munch on Eggos. God, these are crappy. On that note, I think I'm going out for breakfast. There's a place not far away that does just the best omelettes...
10:23 AM (0) comments (Home/top)
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Oh. Yah. Right
News courtesy of cnn.com:
"WASHINGTON (CNN) -- Don't open those e-mail attachments that appear to be from the FBI. They might contain a computer virus."
"The scam e-mails tell recipients their Internet use has been monitored by the FBI's Internet Fraud Complaint Center, and that they have accessed illegal Web sites."
Hmm. Illegal web sites, huh? And what are the criteria there, I wonder?
Yah, the FBI has nothing better to do than track what sites we all read. And if they were doing that, they wouldn't email us a form to fill out.
I mean, come on. Who'd do that? At best they'd email a link to a site to download a PDF of it.
10:28 PM (1) comments (Home/top)
News courtesy of cnn.com:
"WASHINGTON (CNN) -- Don't open those e-mail attachments that appear to be from the FBI. They might contain a computer virus."
"The scam e-mails tell recipients their Internet use has been monitored by the FBI's Internet Fraud Complaint Center, and that they have accessed illegal Web sites."
Hmm. Illegal web sites, huh? And what are the criteria there, I wonder?
Yah, the FBI has nothing better to do than track what sites we all read. And if they were doing that, they wouldn't email us a form to fill out.
I mean, come on. Who'd do that? At best they'd email a link to a site to download a PDF of it.
10:28 PM (1) comments (Home/top)
Catching up
Still catching up on some blogs I've been missing lately.
It seems that Mr. James Rummel doesn't think I'm real.
OK, that's fine. I've had him blogrolled for quite some time, and have linked to him on more than one occasion. He's smart and a good writer, so I don't doubt I'll link to him again.
Besides, he did link to me and call me interesting, so that's something. I don't seem to get discussed much on other blogs. For now I'll take it as a "no such thing as bad publicity" thing.
Oh, and for those who haven't checked, the votes are:
Today is one of those lounge with a purring cat day. I heard someone not long ago talking about how men don't have cats for pets. Men have dogs. I hate those rules nobody tells me about, so tough shit. Walther can handle me being gone three or four days for work. A dog? I don't think so.
8:21 PM (0) comments (Home/top)
Still catching up on some blogs I've been missing lately.
It seems that Mr. James Rummel doesn't think I'm real.
OK, that's fine. I've had him blogrolled for quite some time, and have linked to him on more than one occasion. He's smart and a good writer, so I don't doubt I'll link to him again.
Besides, he did link to me and call me interesting, so that's something. I don't seem to get discussed much on other blogs. For now I'll take it as a "no such thing as bad publicity" thing.
Oh, and for those who haven't checked, the votes are:
Pretty even distribution.
Love it!! 12 Good 9 Okay :| 9 Sucks 8 Hate it :( 9
Today is one of those lounge with a purring cat day. I heard someone not long ago talking about how men don't have cats for pets. Men have dogs. I hate those rules nobody tells me about, so tough shit. Walther can handle me being gone three or four days for work. A dog? I don't think so.
8:21 PM (0) comments (Home/top)
Sunday, February 20, 2005
I'm Leavin', on a Jet Plane...
OK, I'm done flying for a bit. I'll have to pamper Walther a bit now.
I've been home 4 times in the last couple of weeks. Only 3 of those times did I even stay the night.
Which of course means I've been busy. Before Valentines was prep work. Client meetings, checking up on clients and targets...the usual before job stalking.
And then there was the actual work time. None of them are things I can talk about yet. Sorry. It works that way some times.
But I saw someone on one of the flights that reminded me of an early client. That's a story I can share some of.
He had been dating a girl for about a year when she got pregnant. He proposed, doing "the right thing" and all that. They set a date, join their bank accounts, just about ready to move in together.
Then one day she vanishes. The bank accounts are empty. He has other bank accounts, he didn't join all of them, but she did get off with about 32K. Then he even gets a bill in the mail from an abortion clinic with her name on it.
About 3 weeks later a friend of his spots her in another city, with another guy.
When I end up meeting with him he says he can make it look like she got away with another 25, which he's willing to pay to have her killed. (This was earlier in my career. It was good money at the time.)
So he gives me a photo and I head off to that town. It takes me 4 days to find her. Upscale area, warm and touristy. She's spending time at the beach and clubs. I see her with some guy, and she's playing him. He's got money. I wonder at the time what he's going to think when he finds out.
The job itself was easy. I felt a little extra nervous at first. Woudl her being a woman make it more complicated? She was #6 or 7 total. I was still feeling pretty amateur back then. But there had been 5 or 6 before her, so the butterflies were well gone. The motions were as automatic as they needed to be. The followup was as usual, with the endorphins and cigarette well after when it was good and over. I slept fine on the plane home.
I can remember the little black dress she was wearing, the little expnsive purse dumped in the alley. Bit I can't remember her face. She had 2 wallets with complete identities. one of those identities stayed alive another year for money laundering purposes before I disposed of it. Heh, I wonder if that means she died twice...
12:18 PM (0) comments (Home/top)
OK, I'm done flying for a bit. I'll have to pamper Walther a bit now.
I've been home 4 times in the last couple of weeks. Only 3 of those times did I even stay the night.
Which of course means I've been busy. Before Valentines was prep work. Client meetings, checking up on clients and targets...the usual before job stalking.
And then there was the actual work time. None of them are things I can talk about yet. Sorry. It works that way some times.
But I saw someone on one of the flights that reminded me of an early client. That's a story I can share some of.
He had been dating a girl for about a year when she got pregnant. He proposed, doing "the right thing" and all that. They set a date, join their bank accounts, just about ready to move in together.
Then one day she vanishes. The bank accounts are empty. He has other bank accounts, he didn't join all of them, but she did get off with about 32K. Then he even gets a bill in the mail from an abortion clinic with her name on it.
About 3 weeks later a friend of his spots her in another city, with another guy.
When I end up meeting with him he says he can make it look like she got away with another 25, which he's willing to pay to have her killed. (This was earlier in my career. It was good money at the time.)
So he gives me a photo and I head off to that town. It takes me 4 days to find her. Upscale area, warm and touristy. She's spending time at the beach and clubs. I see her with some guy, and she's playing him. He's got money. I wonder at the time what he's going to think when he finds out.
The job itself was easy. I felt a little extra nervous at first. Woudl her being a woman make it more complicated? She was #6 or 7 total. I was still feeling pretty amateur back then. But there had been 5 or 6 before her, so the butterflies were well gone. The motions were as automatic as they needed to be. The followup was as usual, with the endorphins and cigarette well after when it was good and over. I slept fine on the plane home.
I can remember the little black dress she was wearing, the little expnsive purse dumped in the alley. Bit I can't remember her face. She had 2 wallets with complete identities. one of those identities stayed alive another year for money laundering purposes before I disposed of it. Heh, I wonder if that means she died twice...
12:18 PM (0) comments (Home/top)
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Well, it was a Best Buy, after all...
Just read a news story where a 24 year old man walked into to New York (state) Best Buy and opened fire with an AK-47. He emptied the clip and only managed to hit an Army Recruiter in the leg. When he ran out of bullets he was subdued by mall employees.
Now, what's the funnier part? The Army man rescued by mall rentacops? That the man only hit one person with a 20 or 30 shot clip?
Makes you wonder why he did it. It was Best Buy, he could have had a hundred reasons...
Who wants to start a betting pool on how long until the "assault weapon ban" makes another round in the news?
9:01 PM (2) comments (Home/top)
Just read a news story where a 24 year old man walked into to New York (state) Best Buy and opened fire with an AK-47. He emptied the clip and only managed to hit an Army Recruiter in the leg. When he ran out of bullets he was subdued by mall employees.
Now, what's the funnier part? The Army man rescued by mall rentacops? That the man only hit one person with a 20 or 30 shot clip?
Makes you wonder why he did it. It was Best Buy, he could have had a hundred reasons...
Who wants to start a betting pool on how long until the "assault weapon ban" makes another round in the news?
9:01 PM (2) comments (Home/top)
Saturday, February 12, 2005
Forgive me, Blogger, I have sinned. It has been 9 days since my last...
...Oh, sorry.
Sorry it's been so quiet. I've been flying around a lot. 5 cities in 8 days.
Valentines day brings out love, and so for a lot of people it also brings out the bitter resentment and jealousy that leads people to spend money for that certain kind of revenge.
I have a few contacts around the country that send me clients. So when one of them calls me up and suggests I come out for dinner, or a show, or to see some new museum exhibit... I hop on a plane. There are just some things you don't say over the phone.
It looks like I might be busy for the next week or so. One contact, I'll call him Serge, which I'll explain in a sec, had 3 potentials for me. Serge is very out of the closet. I think it was one of the Beverly Hills Cop movies. He keeps telling me that I half know how to dress and half know how to dance, and that I should just go the rest of the way.
To which I keep telling him I could handle being gay if it weren't for the sleeping with men part. That just doesn't appeal to me. I have nothing against other people doing it, I just have no interest in trying it myself. Femininity in women is hot. I like that, the softness and all that. In men...it's just not the same.
So I have clients lined up. I've already met with four, who are mulling over whether they can come up with the money. I guess this year's off to a good start. I suspect that of the four, which I already narrowed down to four, probably two or three will end up hiring me. Sometimes it's wierd to think that with one of these jobs I'll make more than the median annual income in my neighborhood.
Probably a few more days of quiet 'round here. Then I'll try to get caught up on blogs, and see what I can post. Maybe I'll talk about how I met Serge...
11:50 AM (1) comments (Home/top)
...Oh, sorry.
Sorry it's been so quiet. I've been flying around a lot. 5 cities in 8 days.
Valentines day brings out love, and so for a lot of people it also brings out the bitter resentment and jealousy that leads people to spend money for that certain kind of revenge.
I have a few contacts around the country that send me clients. So when one of them calls me up and suggests I come out for dinner, or a show, or to see some new museum exhibit... I hop on a plane. There are just some things you don't say over the phone.
It looks like I might be busy for the next week or so. One contact, I'll call him Serge, which I'll explain in a sec, had 3 potentials for me. Serge is very out of the closet. I think it was one of the Beverly Hills Cop movies. He keeps telling me that I half know how to dress and half know how to dance, and that I should just go the rest of the way.
To which I keep telling him I could handle being gay if it weren't for the sleeping with men part. That just doesn't appeal to me. I have nothing against other people doing it, I just have no interest in trying it myself. Femininity in women is hot. I like that, the softness and all that. In men...it's just not the same.
So I have clients lined up. I've already met with four, who are mulling over whether they can come up with the money. I guess this year's off to a good start. I suspect that of the four, which I already narrowed down to four, probably two or three will end up hiring me. Sometimes it's wierd to think that with one of these jobs I'll make more than the median annual income in my neighborhood.
Probably a few more days of quiet 'round here. Then I'll try to get caught up on blogs, and see what I can post. Maybe I'll talk about how I met Serge...
11:50 AM (1) comments (Home/top)
Thursday, February 03, 2005
For reference, the suit is nice, but not the high point of the day.
I did test drive the 760 (in the wrong color, black) but then I got to thinking. It isn't really the right kind of car for the apartment parking lot. I'm not gonna move just to justify a car.
The pair of Glock 18's are the expensive present for today. They're something I've wanted for a while, but not the easiest to get. It's amazing just what kinds of things still somehow manage to fall off the backs of trucks...
10:15 PM (2) comments (Home/top)
40
Happy Birthday to me. I even already got my first present. OK, probably the only one. Of course, a dead mouse from your cat hardly a present makes...
40. Heh. So what now? Is now when I'm supposed to do the midlife crisis? I'm supposed to buy a sports car right...probably a red Corvette? I'm half considering a BMW 760i sedan, does that count?
I don't have a secretary to have an affair with, or anyone to cheat on. I am picking up a new suit today. It's about time, too. I haven't gotten a new suit in years. Worth doing now and then, I think.
And I'll hit the gym. Hot tub and sauna are always good. I'll probably stop by one of my favorite illegal gun shops. Another favorite is looking too likely to attract federal attentions. I won't be going there anymore. Fortunately, I have several sources I work with. It just doesn't do to rely entirely on one source.
I know I don't go into enough detail for my readers, and well... maybe I'm turning into a ratings whore, I don't know. Always shooting for those "love it" votes.
So here's a birthday related story for you:
An engaged couple. They're not living together until one of their leases ends. Not a lot of time left and she gets pregnant. She tells him. Don't worry, he says.
A month goes by. It's her birthday. She gets up, turns on the computer, and there's an IM saying: Just wanted to let you know, I'm sleeping with my secretary. I don't think our engagement's gonna work. Ship me the ring back and I'll pay you back for the postage."
I don't fucking think so, she sends back. (Sorry, can't bring myself to type "IM's back"). Half hour later she's in the shower trying to calm down and the phone rings. She answers it, figuring it's her chance to tell him off. Nope. Turns out he's never made a payment on the ring. X grand today or we'll send someone to come get it.
"He called off the engagement, I gave it back to him. Call the bastard yourself," she says, and gives the collection guy the cell phone number.
Some time passes and I meet her. He's been defaulting on other payments and giving her phone and address as the contact info. They had identical cars and her was even repo'ed. She had to convince them to check the VIN to see they had the wrong car. It was the right kind and color at the address they had listed. So by now she wants him dead. "Fucking dead" she says between drags on the cigarette she chain smokes. She really wants him to die on his birthday. Only fair, she says.
Normally I don't work that way. But I ended up agreeing. Hey, it was the best paying job I'd had at the time, and was even decent by my current standards. She had already scheduled a boob job for the day. She joked it should have been hemorrhoid surgery. "You know, removing that pain in my ass."
Then I'm watching him in the week leading up to the day. Every day he orders pizza - 5 days straight. Something like 10 minutes or so later he turns on the porch light, and it's 15 or 20 after that until the guy shows up. It's not the same guy every time, not even the same place. Will he stay home on his birthday and continue his daily routine? I'm ready and watching. I have backup plans. He is home all day, and alone. Good start.
Then he calls. Then the porch light goes on. I wait about 5 minutes and pull in the drive. Walk to the door with the gun concealed under the pizza box. Ring the doorbell. He opens it without asking anything. No checking, just open. No chain to undo.
He's high as a kite. No shirt, pants half on. One shot in the chest and he stumbles back a bit and falls. I step in, push him clear of the door with my foot and shut it. He's immediately choking and drowning. Nice big bullet in the lung will do that. There's no way he'll be salvageable by the time help would arrive.
There's beer cans everywhere. Bag of pot near a cheap pipe on the table next to a couple lines of coke. There's muted porn on the TV. I grab his wallet and the bag of coke, shut off the porch light and go.
I'm just another car going by leaving the subdivision when I pass a pizza delivery guy on his way in. I threw the coke away.
It barely made the news a few days later. Just a little newspaper blurb about a guy found dead in his home of a gunshot wound. The police were unsure if robbery or drugs were the motive. And it was a neighbor that found him. I guess the pizza guy just assumed he'd been blown off or that the guy ran out and forgot or something.
So there's something to think about if you find yourself planning to stay home getting high and masturbating for your birthday. Me? I'm goin' out.
7:55 AM (7) comments (Home/top)
Happy Birthday to me. I even already got my first present. OK, probably the only one. Of course, a dead mouse from your cat hardly a present makes...
40. Heh. So what now? Is now when I'm supposed to do the midlife crisis? I'm supposed to buy a sports car right...probably a red Corvette? I'm half considering a BMW 760i sedan, does that count?
I don't have a secretary to have an affair with, or anyone to cheat on. I am picking up a new suit today. It's about time, too. I haven't gotten a new suit in years. Worth doing now and then, I think.
And I'll hit the gym. Hot tub and sauna are always good. I'll probably stop by one of my favorite illegal gun shops. Another favorite is looking too likely to attract federal attentions. I won't be going there anymore. Fortunately, I have several sources I work with. It just doesn't do to rely entirely on one source.
I know I don't go into enough detail for my readers, and well... maybe I'm turning into a ratings whore, I don't know. Always shooting for those "love it" votes.
So here's a birthday related story for you:
An engaged couple. They're not living together until one of their leases ends. Not a lot of time left and she gets pregnant. She tells him. Don't worry, he says.
A month goes by. It's her birthday. She gets up, turns on the computer, and there's an IM saying: Just wanted to let you know, I'm sleeping with my secretary. I don't think our engagement's gonna work. Ship me the ring back and I'll pay you back for the postage."
I don't fucking think so, she sends back. (Sorry, can't bring myself to type "IM's back"). Half hour later she's in the shower trying to calm down and the phone rings. She answers it, figuring it's her chance to tell him off. Nope. Turns out he's never made a payment on the ring. X grand today or we'll send someone to come get it.
"He called off the engagement, I gave it back to him. Call the bastard yourself," she says, and gives the collection guy the cell phone number.
Some time passes and I meet her. He's been defaulting on other payments and giving her phone and address as the contact info. They had identical cars and her was even repo'ed. She had to convince them to check the VIN to see they had the wrong car. It was the right kind and color at the address they had listed. So by now she wants him dead. "Fucking dead" she says between drags on the cigarette she chain smokes. She really wants him to die on his birthday. Only fair, she says.
Normally I don't work that way. But I ended up agreeing. Hey, it was the best paying job I'd had at the time, and was even decent by my current standards. She had already scheduled a boob job for the day. She joked it should have been hemorrhoid surgery. "You know, removing that pain in my ass."
Then I'm watching him in the week leading up to the day. Every day he orders pizza - 5 days straight. Something like 10 minutes or so later he turns on the porch light, and it's 15 or 20 after that until the guy shows up. It's not the same guy every time, not even the same place. Will he stay home on his birthday and continue his daily routine? I'm ready and watching. I have backup plans. He is home all day, and alone. Good start.
Then he calls. Then the porch light goes on. I wait about 5 minutes and pull in the drive. Walk to the door with the gun concealed under the pizza box. Ring the doorbell. He opens it without asking anything. No checking, just open. No chain to undo.
He's high as a kite. No shirt, pants half on. One shot in the chest and he stumbles back a bit and falls. I step in, push him clear of the door with my foot and shut it. He's immediately choking and drowning. Nice big bullet in the lung will do that. There's no way he'll be salvageable by the time help would arrive.
There's beer cans everywhere. Bag of pot near a cheap pipe on the table next to a couple lines of coke. There's muted porn on the TV. I grab his wallet and the bag of coke, shut off the porch light and go.
I'm just another car going by leaving the subdivision when I pass a pizza delivery guy on his way in. I threw the coke away.
It barely made the news a few days later. Just a little newspaper blurb about a guy found dead in his home of a gunshot wound. The police were unsure if robbery or drugs were the motive. And it was a neighbor that found him. I guess the pizza guy just assumed he'd been blown off or that the guy ran out and forgot or something.
So there's something to think about if you find yourself planning to stay home getting high and masturbating for your birthday. Me? I'm goin' out.
7:55 AM (7) comments (Home/top)
Sunday, January 30, 2005
WTF?
OK, so a guy in Peoria has killed 8 people. He started cooperating and told authorities where to find 4 of the bodies.
Now is that stupid or what? How much tax money do we have to spend on this guy? I mean, come on, people. It's your tax money. What's the point of asking him how he pleads if the judge won't take an honest answer? Yah, trust the justice system.
1:57 PM (1) comments (Home/top)
OK, so a guy in Peoria has killed 8 people. He started cooperating and told authorities where to find 4 of the bodies.
During his first court appearance in the September slaying of Linda Kay Neal, Bright told the judge: "I just would like to plead guilty, sir." The judge rejected it and assigned the public defender's office to represent him. (source ABC news)
Now is that stupid or what? How much tax money do we have to spend on this guy? I mean, come on, people. It's your tax money. What's the point of asking him how he pleads if the judge won't take an honest answer? Yah, trust the justice system.
1:57 PM (1) comments (Home/top)
More Bloghop ratings
As of today:
1:52 PM (1) comments (Home/top)
As of today:
Now I find myself wondering how many are regular readers and who was just passing through. For now I'll go on the assumption that my regulars aren't the 5 that hated it...
Love it!! 9 Good 6 Okay :| 7 Sucks 5 Hate it :( 5
1:52 PM (1) comments (Home/top)
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Another Pre-Coffee Post
Visitor stats sometimes make me wonder.
One of the recent visitors to this here blog found me through Yahoo search. Yah, so, you ask?
The search phrase...drumroll please...
Yah, so, you ask again?
I'm the 693rd search result. Someone actually got that far down and clicked a link.
I mean, shit. If the 1st or 2nd page of results doesn't have what I'm looking for I reword the search and try again.
Or maybe that's just me. Maybe the person was a bored and lonely housewife looking for others?
So if you've come back, and you're reading this, I don't mean to be insulting. I am curious, though... Can you blame me?
OK, that's enough. Shower, breakfast... Work stuff to do today.
7:32 AM (0) comments (Home/top)
Visitor stats sometimes make me wonder.
One of the recent visitors to this here blog found me through Yahoo search. Yah, so, you ask?
The search phrase...drumroll please...
lonely housewife
Yah, so, you ask again?
I'm the 693rd search result. Someone actually got that far down and clicked a link.
I mean, shit. If the 1st or 2nd page of results doesn't have what I'm looking for I reword the search and try again.
Or maybe that's just me. Maybe the person was a bored and lonely housewife looking for others?
So if you've come back, and you're reading this, I don't mean to be insulting. I am curious, though... Can you blame me?
OK, that's enough. Shower, breakfast... Work stuff to do today.
7:32 AM (0) comments (Home/top)
Sunday, January 23, 2005
Ah, winter in Chicago
Still alive, although not enjoying the cold. The windows on the apartment are slightly better insulated than just covering the screens with saran wrap.
Walther hides a lot more in the winter, mostly staying out of the cold drafts. Right now he's napping between my two pillows.
When it gets real bad I hang a blanket over the windows, but I really do miss the view when I do that. I haven't felt desperate yet, so I can still see outside.
It isn't really the most spectacular view. It's not breathtaking or anything. The views are really much better on 12 and up. But when the snow is really blowing, spiralling around the city in the eddies between buildings...that's pretty cool to watch.
And the past couple of days have given us snow to watch. I've dug out my car, which was less than fun. We have a private parking lot. The good side is I always have a spot to park in. The bad side is that the lot doesn't get cleared properly. Oh well. It's not like I'm out there putting lawn chairs on the street. I keep wanting to borrow a pickup truck and go collecting... :)
1:34 PM (0) comments (Home/top)
Still alive, although not enjoying the cold. The windows on the apartment are slightly better insulated than just covering the screens with saran wrap.
Walther hides a lot more in the winter, mostly staying out of the cold drafts. Right now he's napping between my two pillows.
When it gets real bad I hang a blanket over the windows, but I really do miss the view when I do that. I haven't felt desperate yet, so I can still see outside.
It isn't really the most spectacular view. It's not breathtaking or anything. The views are really much better on 12 and up. But when the snow is really blowing, spiralling around the city in the eddies between buildings...that's pretty cool to watch.
And the past couple of days have given us snow to watch. I've dug out my car, which was less than fun. We have a private parking lot. The good side is I always have a spot to park in. The bad side is that the lot doesn't get cleared properly. Oh well. It's not like I'm out there putting lawn chairs on the street. I keep wanting to borrow a pickup truck and go collecting... :)
1:34 PM (0) comments (Home/top)
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
The Apple Doesn't Fall Far From the Tree
Today's news bit compliments of Woody, Tony and Ravey:
A 13 year old girl gets pregnant, and carries the kid to term without Mom noticing. They live in a 2 bedroom apartment. The girl delivers in her bedroom, with Mom in the next room none the wiser.
But then the kid starts crying, as they're wont to do. She's afraid of getting caught, and doesn't know what to do, so she tosses the newborn out the 2nd story window. Mom still oblivious.
Then she calls her 15 year old boyfriend, who rushes over.
"Where's the baby?"
"It wouldn't stop crying."
"What did you do?"
"I threw it out the window."
He looks out the window, and sure enough, down in the alley is the baby. Broken legs, fractured skull, dead. He runs down the stairs, brings the baby up into the bedroom. Mom still doesn't know.
They end up wrapping the body in a blanket and stuffing it in a Happy Birthday gift bag, which boyfriend sets at a church door. Mom... you guessed it, doesn't know.
Someone at the church finds the Happy Birthday gift bag, looks in, finds dead newborn.
Now the police show up at the apartment. That's how Mom finally finds out. Homicide charges are being filed.
I don't think I need say more...
4:49 PM (5) comments (Home/top)
Today's news bit compliments of Woody, Tony and Ravey:
A 13 year old girl gets pregnant, and carries the kid to term without Mom noticing. They live in a 2 bedroom apartment. The girl delivers in her bedroom, with Mom in the next room none the wiser.
But then the kid starts crying, as they're wont to do. She's afraid of getting caught, and doesn't know what to do, so she tosses the newborn out the 2nd story window. Mom still oblivious.
Then she calls her 15 year old boyfriend, who rushes over.
"Where's the baby?"
"It wouldn't stop crying."
"What did you do?"
"I threw it out the window."
He looks out the window, and sure enough, down in the alley is the baby. Broken legs, fractured skull, dead. He runs down the stairs, brings the baby up into the bedroom. Mom still doesn't know.
They end up wrapping the body in a blanket and stuffing it in a Happy Birthday gift bag, which boyfriend sets at a church door. Mom... you guessed it, doesn't know.
Someone at the church finds the Happy Birthday gift bag, looks in, finds dead newborn.
Now the police show up at the apartment. That's how Mom finally finds out. Homicide charges are being filed.
I don't think I need say more...
4:49 PM (5) comments (Home/top)
Monday, January 17, 2005
Price Check in Aisle where?
Just when I thought I was going to sit at the keyboard and just stare at a blank screen with nothing flowing to the fingers... What do I find?
WriterGirlBlue: The Price of Human Life
Ah, one of those riddle me this posts.
The big variable is the person who wants you dead. Why plays into it. Some of it is how badly they want you dead. Some of it is how much they can afford. Some $1000000+ a year CEO isn't going to spend under 50 grand, even if it's just the pool boy fucking his wife. A blackmailed housewife who isn't making 50 grand a year just can't shell out that much.
So I guess you'd say it partly comes down to what the market will bear. So far there hasn't quite been a 6 figure job, but one didn't miss that by much. I suppose that isn't the answer you wanted.
6:51 PM (2) comments (Home/top)
Just when I thought I was going to sit at the keyboard and just stare at a blank screen with nothing flowing to the fingers... What do I find?
WriterGirlBlue: The Price of Human Life
Ah, one of those riddle me this posts.
I want to know how it is he can put a price on human life. According to a recent post, he's charging 25 grand for "offing" some rapist. How does he come to that number I wonder? ... So how does one decide what to "charge" for such a "service"? Is it based on the cost of the expenses to do the job plus an upcharge based on cost of living? Or is it some random number plucked out of kt's head? I'd like to know.The target doesn't always factor into it. Difficulty does factor in. Not as much the difficulty of actually doing it as the difficulty in getting away with it. Lawyers, police, anyone in government - those deaths are likely to be investigated much more thoroughly. A judge, for example... there's a definite markup there.
So here, kt, measure me. I'm a married, mother of a small child (under age 2) who lives in the suburbs of Chicago. I haven't committed any crimes. Hell, I haven't even had a speeding ticket in more than ten years! I tend to be quiet, but friendly to those people who are outgoing towards me. I do the shopping once or twice a week, but most of the time I'm at home with my son. In the evenings, my husband drives home from work and we have dinner and play with our son. We'll watch some television or do stuff on our computers before he goes to bed. Sometimes we'll even (gasp!) have sex. After he goes to sleep, I'm usually up alone until midnight. I have a reasonably simple, ordinary life. I haven't hurt anyone.
But, should someone want me dead for some odd reason, how much would it be to kill me, kt? How much is my life worth in your eyes?
The big variable is the person who wants you dead. Why plays into it. Some of it is how badly they want you dead. Some of it is how much they can afford. Some $1000000+ a year CEO isn't going to spend under 50 grand, even if it's just the pool boy fucking his wife. A blackmailed housewife who isn't making 50 grand a year just can't shell out that much.
So I guess you'd say it partly comes down to what the market will bear. So far there hasn't quite been a 6 figure job, but one didn't miss that by much. I suppose that isn't the answer you wanted.
6:51 PM (2) comments (Home/top)
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Pricing and Value
Topic courtesy of WriterGirlBlue:
Do you pay for sewer with your water bill? Have you ever gotten a garbage bill? I suppose they're somehow putting a price on that garbage?
The doctor performs a service. He bills you for it. Is he putting a price tag on your health? OK, maybe not the best example.
Valuing a person's life implies that their life has value to me, doesn't it? It's not like buying an object, where you can say, this car is worth X, and maybe add a little markup for the dealer.
When a building is demolished, nobody's making a value statement about the building. Again, not a perfect example, because except with government intervention usually it's the building owner having it demolished.
"Hello, Mr. Target. I've been hired to kill you for $25000. Would you care to offer a counter bid?"
Nah, I don't think so.
7:49 AM (3) comments (Home/top)
Topic courtesy of WriterGirlBlue:
I still don't understand how it is possible to put a price tag on human life. $25,000. Maybe *you* think of it as putting a price on how "complex" the taking of that life will be, but in the end you're still valuing the peron's life.
Do you pay for sewer with your water bill? Have you ever gotten a garbage bill? I suppose they're somehow putting a price on that garbage?
The doctor performs a service. He bills you for it. Is he putting a price tag on your health? OK, maybe not the best example.
Valuing a person's life implies that their life has value to me, doesn't it? It's not like buying an object, where you can say, this car is worth X, and maybe add a little markup for the dealer.
When a building is demolished, nobody's making a value statement about the building. Again, not a perfect example, because except with government intervention usually it's the building owner having it demolished.
"Hello, Mr. Target. I've been hired to kill you for $25000. Would you care to offer a counter bid?"
Nah, I don't think so.
7:49 AM (3) comments (Home/top)
Sunday, January 09, 2005
Church
I almost titled this church blues. 'Cause church was...unsatisfying today. It felt like one more place I didn't fit in.
It's not like God has been very comforting over the last 6 months or so. Now I'm not sure if I'm still going because I like listening to the choir (still not sure why it's spelled that way) or for some vague approximation of social contact more that just standing in line at Starbucks.
On the plus side, Ms Client called. She's decided she can come up with the 25 grand. Then I gave her the lecture about keeping her life predictable and to keep with her basic routines.
She has a week to come up with the first half. She said that would not be a problem. I don't think the target is going to be a particularly difficult one...
1:19 PM (1) comments (Home/top)
I almost titled this church blues. 'Cause church was...unsatisfying today. It felt like one more place I didn't fit in.
It's not like God has been very comforting over the last 6 months or so. Now I'm not sure if I'm still going because I like listening to the choir (still not sure why it's spelled that way) or for some vague approximation of social contact more that just standing in line at Starbucks.
On the plus side, Ms Client called. She's decided she can come up with the 25 grand. Then I gave her the lecture about keeping her life predictable and to keep with her basic routines.
She has a week to come up with the first half. She said that would not be a problem. I don't think the target is going to be a particularly difficult one...
1:19 PM (1) comments (Home/top)
