They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. No, I don't believe that no more. I figure the road to hell is paved with stupid. Stupid fucking intentions. You take this kid tonight; ranting, raving going all the way off his rocker till he's lookin down the business end of a genuine X26 CEW Taser. What a hell of a weapon. You go from bad ass to I just pissed my pants and drooling in T minus 2 seconds flat. Four if you're lucky enough. I know, I've seen youtube where some crazy PCP headed motherfucker gets all batshit crazy and shrugs off three of em. That's pretty rare. That's not what happened tonight.
That chic, she got his ass good. I shoulda been the one to draw it first, but sometimes I want to feel the thud against my hands, the breaking of bone, the shattering of a soul. I just want to see the fight ooze out of em in a pool of red. This time it was frothy, white, pink..and he didn't moan much at all. I was figuring we shoulda wrapped em in bacon and fed em to the alligators behind the base, but I'm thinkin they'd rather me take em to the hospital. See if he'd make it. Try to "save" em.
There ain't no savin em. There ain't no savin any of em.

You see rehabilitation doesn't work on predators. They don't know nothin cept what they're instincts tell em. Them instincts tell em to hunt, to kill and the most important thing:to stay the fuck away from something higher up on that food chain. The apex predator.
That's me...they just don't all know it yet.