I killed a man today. I keep telling myself it was self defense but I know the truth. This would be the first time I have not coward in a corner like a frightened child but actively pursued an adversary. Alas, like with many first endeavors, mine did not go as planned. In a moment he was on top of me, tossing and turning like furious lovers in the sheets. With a primal, guttural roar I plunged the jagged metal into his jugular, blood poured forth like crimson waves crashing against me before seeping into the cracks of my being.