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I have just had a stinking hot shower, and I smell good - even if I say so my fucking self! I'm sitting in my faded denims and No Fear black skull hoody - cosy. I have Evanescence blasting on the amp by the computer. I have an iced Jack Daniel's within my grasp and coursing through my bloodstream. . .

And I'm in just the right frame of mind to conquer the writer's block I've been suffering from since last Wednesday. Tonight Jack Morensky kills the murderer of his tragic lover Wanda Starcrosse. The snowy white streets of downtown Golgotha will flow red with the murdering rapist's blood. . .