I dislike crime drama written from the investigator POV. Fuck Sherlock Holmes and those murder mysteries.
What I want, needs to be hard boiled. Like something written by Edward Bunker. Protagonists end up in a prison where they become successful authors.
I’m a nerd who secretly wants to be in a cell with his books.
It’s difficult to come clean if you consume real crime novels and Oz, while in prison. I’ve heard something along those lines…
What do I know about the life of crime??
I did some drug selling way back in the days. I didn’t do it because I wanted to be a kingpin. I did it to fund my own use, with variable success.
Free drugs, that’s the ideal.
In the beginning I was able to peddle dope somewhat victoriously. After a brief while I started slipping. Well, slipping might be too mild of a word to speak about my undertakings.
I did watch Scarface one time, twice, maybe three times.
Eventually I ended up snitching on myself and my accomplices when interrogated. Good bye criminal underworld.
Here’s how you can dispose a dead body without raising suspicion:
Bring in a new fridge and take the body away in the old freezer. Burglarize hydrochloric acid from the closest water park. Add the corrosive liquid to a plastic barrel with the chopped up body. Easy.
I once wanted to kill a person.
Luckily I didn’t try to send him to Jesus. It’s entirely possible that it would’ve been me who ends up “deep in the forest.”
Not to be didactic; but, playing with fire, you’ll burn yourself.
Eemu Julius 