Why did I become a murderer?

It's simple. I hated hating. So, with the dog dead, there was no more rage; and no grudges remained, neither on my part nor, much less, on his or hers. That way, there was a win-win deal; because I saved them lots of anger, and I also got rid of certain inconveniences.

But one thing's for sure: since I decided to become a murderer, I've never been an amateur. The prove is that I'm still alive, free, and even I´ve been considered an upstanding citizen.

But let's leave that aside, because that would be presumption, and a murderer like me doesn't deserve it, because I still have some grudges to settle with certain individuals; it's just that they haven't yet earned the right for me to send them to the other side; because, believe it or not, I calculate and plan each of my actions down to the minute, even to the second, and I carefully select the ideal place and time. Of course, any death must be more than justified; because the benefit isn't just personal; it's a social one. Since the unpleasant, the quarrelsome, and the violent ones harm everyone, and one more murder isn't a personal matter, but an act of kindness that society occasionally requires.

But I won't call it with that terrible word, murder; nor would I categorize it as disappearance; rather, I would say: It's a cleansing, an eradication of evil; as if it were a deadly virus that it is convenient to eradicate.

And if I have no guilty thoughts, please don't think I'm completely misquivious, that I'm a insane individual, a crude and brutish psychopath, a deranged person who reeks from the moment he approaches, or an unpleasant fellow with nervous tics or erratic and abnormal speech. No. On the contrary, I am a refined and cordial gentleman, or as they told me in England, "A pure gentleman." Because if you have to kill, you must do it with discretion and even gentleness.

And don't think that because I'm a fine, classic guy, I despise those low-class hired killers; hitmen, as they're called, who for a few dollars will make any mortal disappear; or those snipers, who think they belong to high society, in suits and sports cars, who carry a super-professional tool, who leave no trace and don't get their hands dirty, because distance is their specialty.

I'm convinced that death is where we're all headed. So all I do is hasten that process for some individuals I absolutely despise.

And if being a killer can be considered a profession, for me it isn't. I do it as a hobby, as a specialty.

And if you ask me… why did I become a murderer? I already said it. To get rid myself of certain annoyances, and to do some good… for society. That´s all.