The Killer Instinct

I was 12 years old when I was informed I was a sociopath with the “killer instinct” and 13 when I my first dead friend.

There’s a single trait that all middle aged soccer dad’s share that no one knows about it. It’s the single depraved, unspoken thread bonding all the Patricks and Aidans and Craigs sitting on the aluminum visitor benches kicking up astro turf while their boys finish their 15 minute quad stretching routine and it only surfaces when evoked. That thread is blood lust…