The Cat

As it was suggested to me I’m writing this confession, which is more like an explanation, to demonstrate not only my sanity but also the false accusation of murder in the first degree. It is not my desire to demonstrate how normal I am, but I can assure you that I grew up in a lovely house and I have the most regular life in a neighborhood that is too quiet to discuss any type of violence. I have normal friends and never consumed any type of drug in my life; perhaps the only sin I have dealt with until these days is my urging of the flesh that forces me to look for women, which takes me to one of the most important elements of my attempt to prove my innocence. It is perhaps because I grew up in a very regular town that I don’t find regular women as appealing as the prostitutes from the big cities.

Yes, I admit that that night I went to seek a prostitute with the intention of satisfying my needs, but not looking for a drunken girl. I love prostitutes, not as the poets or singers of the world want to create that image of a woman that suffers. No, I love prostitute for that, to fuck. A prostitute allows a man to pay for sex and not experience any problems later: no reclaims, no children (if you protect yourself), no fights. Then why did you accuse me of trying to have sex with a drunken girl? Perhaps you can understand why I get so frustrated when someone accuses me of something that I didn’t do. So now I propose to reconstruct what happened that night so that you will be able to understand my point of view.

That night was on a Friday and I had just finished my shift in the meat factory where I work. I decided to relax and enjoy my weekend off by visiting some girls in an old whore house. What better way for a man who works as hard as me to relax than to enjoy a night with a girl? After I took a fast shower, I took my car and started the half an hour drive. I have to let you know I live in one of the small towns that are near the city, which allows me to be separate from the disturbances and the scandalous life that most residents there deal with. That night actually the road was more quiet than usual and the curves become more difficult for me since any animal could have jumped out in front of the car and I could have had an accident. I was paying attention in case any deer were to appear in front of the road, when on the last and most difficult turn appeared a small cat, forcing me to untimely apply my brakes and almost causing me to crash on one side of the road. Luckily I was able to control the car and I went out to check if the cat was ok; he was frightened but otherwise ok. I had decided to leave when I realized that he was lost and in his eyes I saw a fear to be alone.

Gently I put him in the copilot seat and continued on my way to the town. Perhaps the best decision would have been to go back and forget about my plans for that night, but unfortunately the road is too tide to turn back and I was close to the city and I felt that it was better to continue and drop the cat in a nearby street.

When I got to the downtown, most of the people were coming out of the bars, already drunk and very disrespectful. God knows that I am not a prejudice against drinking, but I am against teenagers drinking, particularly those who are not able to control themselves. In seeing all those teenagers holding each other in an effort to not fall onto the floor, I could not stop wondering how society allowed these excesses and tolerated their behavior which put at risk normal citizens like me. These and more thoughts I had in my mind when a couple crossed in front of me. I stopped the car by reflex, but instead of feeling bad for crossing the street without any precaution, the girl just stood in front of the car and stared at me and hit my beautiful vehicle. I have to admit that I was upset and I decided to give a lesson to that person. I started the engine and as fast as I could I moved my car, crushing the pavement and the girl that was in front. I felt liberated until a guy threw me his beer (yes, it was the idiot who was drinking in the street) and I decided to reverse and again I hear the crack of something under my car. 

I stopped and came out of the car with some object to protect my self, but luckily the guy went running when I reversed. As soon I came out of the car I noticed the smell of blood. I’m used to that smell, almost as a perfume and when I finally saw the pavement I noticed the girl, whose head was crushed, and I knew that she was dead.

I will be honest, I got so horny. I usually find those bar girls and their makeup grotesque, but as I saw the blood coming out from her wound and  what was inside, I could not control myself and my flesh betrayed me. Yes, I will be honest that I found that the women was attractive enough to have sex with and that is why I am thankful that the police came as fast as they did t to stop me, but I told you already that I am not crazy, I just was confused.

As you can see, I am just a regular person. My life is not that of a crazy psychotic but rather a polite citizen that tries to do good things and give lesson to the people who surrounded him. Indeed sometimes I have to do bad things in order to give lesson to the people who are doing wrong, like those kids that came out of bar. I just wanted to set the example of how to walk when they come out from a party and are drunk. But most important, I want to show you that I’m like anyone else who cares about other people, like you who are reading this confession. I’m exactly like you. Or perhaps you would never stop your car to save a poor animal?