Excerpt from MBK

I crept into the bathroom and turned on the bathtub faucet. I decided that I would strangle him in his sleep with a wet towel. Does the towel need to be wet? I thought that I had better wet it just in case.
My heart began to race like it did the first time I rode a bull or made love to a woman. It wasn’t because it gave me a sick thrill but because I realized I was making an important decision that would change my life. It would change me. If I had any questions about God before this moment, they were put to rest. I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that if I went through with this, my very soul would be damned for all eternity. Killing my brother was like renouncing God.


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