The Well-Intentioned Hit List
I write all of their names in a journal, every single one of them. At first, it was my way of holding myself accountable for my actions. I thought that if I was forced to look at all of their names at the conclusion of each job, I would see them, relive my guilt, and have no choice but to stop. When I first began, I thought that I wouldn’t be able to do more than five. It was surprising enough that I did one in the first place, but five would surely be when I clocked out.
