Hell... why should I tell you anything about myself? What’s the point, you'll only go and use it against me in the future. Mind you that's what some reporter thought... Goit was his name. You probably don't know him but he ended up lying over a coffee table with his guts hanging out! Of course if you want to know about that then you are going to have to take a look over at a website belonging to a fella by the name of Alistair Langston and click on the Extras link.
It’s a bit ironic really that I'm sat here answering these stupid questions about my interests, and personal details about me etc. As if I haven't spent enough time over the past few years answering the questions of the so called specialists that descended upon the psychiatric ward at the prison after my arrest. Naturally they went into a little more detail than what you are after. You know questions such as: 'When did you first realise you had these desires to skin the flesh from your victims?' 'Have you always had a fascination with corpses?' 'Have you ever considered becoming a vegan?' Yeah as if! Oh and this one, 'Have you ever cut yourself?' What a stupid question. of course I've fucking cut myself, though usually when I'm dissecting the corpse into more manageable pieces so that I can bag them up and stick in the freezer... that is the pieces that will be good for a meal or maybe a curry. The rest I usually dumped out with the garbage. No one ever noticed! Of course after my release those people in the know must have been kicking themselves. Well it's their loss so to speak!
So I guess you want to know my plans? To be honest I’m not really certain that I have any. Though I certainly wasn't going to hang around London or the UK for too long. No, I got myself a flight over to the good old US of A and found myself a nice little place to stay in New York.
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