Edgar
Back for more, are you? I got lucky, being allowed to write a blog in prison yet now you want even more of my sludge. The guy in charge must be grinning his arse off.
What's life like in prison? Oh, you know. Why do you people even ask? You're insignificant and small. Ants constantly moving about. Who am I? I'm the man that squashes the ants. I am the boot.
You ants already know why I'm here and you're there. Oh, you don't know? Then let me tell you the story of how me, Edgar Morrock, came to be in Pentonville Prison.
It was a Monday. I'd heard that one of my old enemies was due to visit a lovely house in Chiswick, so I killed the guy he was supposed to meet and impersonated him for the whole day. I've got tech, by the way. Sophisticated technology. I'm that clever.
I did some gardening in the morning. When I say gardening, I mean spraying acid all over the plants in the garden. Like I said, I am the boot.
The man arrived. He recognised me but he didn't say a word. The wife, who I think was called Matty or something, chatted with him and then I brought him to the computer. We chatted for a few moments over how wrecked the computer was and then I stabbed him. Obviously I knew that Matty or whoever would call the police, so I ran off. But I still got caught.
Even now I still feel as if I just had an urge to kill him. He felt inferior, weak and stupid. I felt I should kill him. I felt he should have been EXTERMINATED!