You don’t stab someone 92 times out of PTSD and depression. You stab someone 92 times because you are crazier than a sh*thouse rat and need to be locked up forever, not just 30 years.
More later as the day progresses. Check back later on.
Tonight will be the promised post of the cool idea we’ve decided to call “The [word omitted for exciting literary effect] Alexandria Project“. It will be fun, and I’ll request as many crazy hare-brained peripheral-visionary ideas and thoughts as possible.