texts: I expected it to be bad, you know.  I took a human life... but I slept like a baby that night.  I never gave it a second thought.
labels: I think Hemingway wrote somewhere... I can't remember where, but he wrote that in order to live in a place like this, you have to have the ability to kill.  I think he meant you truly must be able to do it, not just faking it, too survive.