People are disgusting

I don't like people. They make me sick. I don’t even like my family. Everybody treat you wrong for no reason. That's why I kill people if they treat me bad. If you look at me wrong, I shoot you. If you spit near me, I shoot you. Every little thing that I don't like that people do, I shoot them. If I'm in a good mood, I stab you and let you go. Have I ever thought about killing my family? Yes. One time, I stabbed my cat because he pooped in my Gators. I should have done more, but I was in a good mood. My grandma, I can't stand her. She tells me to do this and do that. I almost drowned her. I decided not to. Who else was going to wash my clothes? One day, I was in New York walking down the street when this rich guy stepped on my shoes. He just kept right on walking. I turned around and told him to apologize. All he did was kept walking. I walked up to him and pushed him. He turned around and tried to punch me when I stabbed him. The funny thing was no one saw me and he couldn't yell for help because he was in so much pain. I just walked away and started whistling. I went to a restaurant and saw a man dig in his nose, get a booder, and eat it right there! I watched him for about 5 minutes and he did the same thing. He even mixed one with his oatmeal. I couldn't take it anymore. I walked over to him, sat at the table with him, and slit his throat with the butter knife. I walked back to my seat, paid, and went home. When I got there, it was some cops waiting for me in my apartment. I got a beer and sat on the couch. I looked at them and they looked at me. I just turned on the TV. like nothing was wrong. They looked at each other all bewildered. I got up and went to the bathroom. When I came out, they were waiting for me right there.

As I went to walk, one of the officers pushed me to the floor. He pulled my arm to the back. The other officer made me slap myself. I was so mad at this point. I pushed myself up and the officer flew into the bathroom. The other officer tried to pin me down but I kicked him. He flew into the kitchen. The officer from the bathroom came back and had his gun out. The one from the kitchen also had his gun out. They were coming at me. I ducked down and they shot each other. I ran out to my car and sped off. I rode for about 2 hours never looking back. I finally stopped at a motel on the side of the road. It looked creepy so I knew no one would come looking for me. It didn't cost much. Only $5 a night. The room was okay. Decent and mostly clean. I stayed here for 3 days. On the 3rd day, I headed for the road again. Up the road, there was a very nice hotel. I stayed there and lived there. I got a job and paid to stay there. I changed my identity and became Tyrone Shanksomebody.