The Kill Room

As the Inaugural post for The Kill Room, I'd like to take a moment to explain why I chose the title. Embarrassingly enough, it does come from a T.V. show, but a decently fucked up show at that. Dexter. If you haven't seen it, A forensic blood spatter analyst named Dexter moonlights as a serial killer. He preys upon other murderers that he locates mostly from cold case files. He's very exacting about how and where he carries out his "work", being that he has to keep up his front of being a spatter analyst and not get caught. Anyhow, he's pretty fucked up, orphaned as a little boy, left in a shipping container for days with the remains of his mother and her blood three inches thick on the floor. Understandably, he's a bit of a sociopath.
Killing is therapeutic for him, keeps him calm and able to move through society with "relative" ease. While I am not a killer, I am a person that has to be creative in order to keep some scrap of balance, some sort of dazzle camouflage game face that I can then present to the world at large.. He does his thing in a transient place he calls, "The Kill Room", and now, so do I. Here's to "Remembering How To Seem".

Rx,
Dusty