What the hell’s wrong with me? Good question, baby. Any man in his right mind, married to you, wouldn’t do the things I do. I don’t know what makes me chase pussy like I need it to live. I don’t need it to live. I can honestly say the only thing I really need to live is you, but for some reason, I just can’t keep my mind, or my hands, or my dick off of any receptive woman that comes along. Is it the challenge of getting someone else to fuck me? Is it the danger of gett

Dear John; The attached picture is of something very valuable to you. You seem to value it above all other things in the world. You seem to value it so much that you spend much of your time searching for similar objects, usually in the possession of strangers. It hurts me to know this, especially with all the diseases going around. Anyway, if you ever expect to see this particular one again, you’re going to have to do me a few favors for a change. IF you do not comply with th

“I am truly sorry for all of the pain I have caused. I wish every day that I could return your loved ones to you alive, and well, and…alive. I wish every day that I hadn’t said the things I said or did the things I did. I wish you could forgive me, but if it was me out there behind that glass and you in here on this slab, I wouldn’t forgive you. I can’t tell you why I did what I did. I’m not crazy, but I guess in those few seconds it took to destroy those lives I was not hum