摘要：MemoriesofaBloodyGoodTime
AsIsitherereminiscingonmypast,Ican'thelpbutfeelasenseofnostalgiaovertheblood-soakedmemoriesofmyyouth.Thethrillofthechase,theexcitemen
MemoriesofaBloodyGoodTime
AsIsitherereminiscingonmypast,Ican'thelpbutfeelasenseofnostalgiaovertheblood-soakedmemoriesofmyyouth.Thethrillofthechase,theexcitementofthekill,itwasallsuchanexhilaratingexperience.AndthoughIhavelongsinceretiredmyhuntingknife,Iwillcherishthosetimesforeverinmyheart.
FirstTaste
ItwasawarmsummernightwhenIfirstfelttheurgetohunt.Iwasjustateenagerthen,roamingthedesertedstreetsofmyneighborhoodforsomeexcitement.Andthat'swhenIsawhim.Amiddle-agedman,wanderingaimlessly.Iknewthenthathewastobemyfirstkill.
Itwasacrudeattempt,tobesure.ButthethrillofplungingmyknifeintothefleshofanotherhumanwaslikenothingelseIhadeverexperiencedbefore.Astheadrenalinecoursedthroughmyveins,IknewthenthatIhadfoundmytruecallinginlife.
ANewPrey
Astheyearswentby,Icontinuedtohonemycraft.Ibecamemoresophisticatedinmymethods,choosingmypreywithcareandplanningmyattacksmeticulously.Andthen,oneday,Istumbleduponanewtarget:agroupofwealthyentrepreneurs,livingtheirlivesofluxurywithoutacareintheworld.Iknewrightthenthattheywouldbecomemynewobsession.
Thethrillofstalkingmyprey,observingtheireverymove,wasarushlikenothingelse.Andwhenthetimefinallycame,whenIplungedmybladeintotheheartofoneofthoseunsuspectingmen,IknewthatIwastrulylivinglifetothefullest.
TheEndofanEra
Butaswithallgoodthings,mytimeasahuntereventuallycametoanend.Thepolicewereclosingin,andIknewthatitwasonlyamatteroftimebeforetheycaughtme.Andso,Iretiredmyknife,contentintheknowledgethatIhadlivedalifefewothershadthecourageto.
Now,asIlookbackonthosebloodygoodtimes,I'mnotfilledwithregretorremorse.Instead,Iamfilledwithasenseofpride,knowingthatItrulylivedlifetoitsfullest.Fortherearefewthingsmoreexhilaratingthanthetasteofbloodandthethrillofthehunt.
