August 1st, 1966
Binoculars
A knife
And a can of Spam
I have been a victim of many unusual and irrational thoughts
I never saw the Doctor again
To Whom It May Concern:
I have just taken my mother's life...
I imagine it appears that I brutally killed both of my loved ones
I was only trying to do a quick thorough job
I never could quite make it
These thoughts are too much for me
She fixed the elevator for me
14 more and an unborn child
Not bad for an Eagle Scout
Perched atop the Texas Tower
You don't know how happy that makes me
You don't know how happy that makes me
How happy that makes me
You don't know how happy that makes me...