Unusual interests. I think we've all got them. Well, at least one anyway. My name is Jason Amarillo. I am a young man living in Boston while attending Emerson College. These days, I am studying Criminal Justice while preparing for a career in law enforcement. It's my passion. I come from a long line of police officers. My father, James Amarillo is a police officer in Plymouth, our hometown. My mother, Elise Johnson Amarillo worked as a cop for many years before retiring from the force and beginning a career as a college professor.
My older brother Jonathan Amarillo is currently a member of the Massachusetts State Police. It's his dream job. Yeah, a long line of cops in the Amarillo family. My entire family is made up of police officers. Sometimes, it makes me want to puke. Especially when you consider my special interest. I've been called many things in this life. The good son. The dutiful youth. The nice guy. Yeah, all sorts of descriptions. The fact that I'm good-looking also helps. At six-foot-two and 230 pounds, with dark brown skin and pale bronze eyes, I am fine specimen of African-American masculinity. The ladies can't help but notice a stud like myself.
Life was pretty smooth for me. These were the golden days. I could do just about anything and no one would ever suspect me. Why? Simply because I not only had the face of an angel and the body of an Adonis, I had the personality of a Saint. Yeah, it was smooth sailing. Yet, recently has someone discovered that which truly defines me. You see, I've got a secret. My secret is that I can do anything at all without feeling the slightest bit of remorse. Scientists call me and others like me sociopaths. I call myself a Free Spirit. What else would you call someone unburdened by the loads everyone else volunteers to carry?
Why walk around carrying huge bags of guilt? They weigh you down. Life is too short to bother with such things. At least, that's how I feel. It's not something which I go around telling people. I think it might arise suspicion. Let's just say that if most people were like me, they'd find life to be far more interesting and fulfilling. I lead a life like no other. I attend a pretty decent school on an academic scholarship. I am always at the top of the Dean's List. I am involved in various civic activities, such as the NAACP. Yeah, I do quite well for myself. I am also Vice President of Security for a downtown law firm. I make quite a bundle, for doing basically nothing. Life is good. Yeah, I think most people would be envious of me. Well, my powers come with a certain burden. You see, I need to engage in risky, even morally objectionable behavior on a massive scale. It cannot be fixed, and I have no other way to deal with my urges. To that end, I shall tell you about my nocturnal adventures.
I walked into a bar, and checked out the scene. It was one of the nicer bars in town. There were quite a few men and women inside. They looked at me. I ignored them. Most of them were mundane. Completely boring. None of them aroused my interest. That is, until she walked in. by she, I meant the curvy, alabaster-skinned young woman who walked in, sporting tattoos and a recently shaved head. I stared at her. Seized her up. yeah, as I figured. A total fake. My favorite kind of prey.
I glanced at her, smiled and went back to drinking my beer. I didn't have to wait long before she came over and introduced herself. Good-looking men like myself seldom looked at the likes of her. Some women mystify you. Others, they're exactly what they seem. This gal reeked of a trashy, low-class background. I learned that her name was Claire, and that she came from the American West. This was her first month in the city. One of the college broads. I smiled, and encouraged her to talk, feigning interest. Claire seemed to buy it hook line and sinker. Indeed, by the time half an hour had gone by, I knew way too much about her.
