Oh, dude, I always try to understand the killer. It’s fascinating.
And I’m probably wrong every single time. I was raised on this stuff. Sherlock Holmes. True Crime shows.. They weren’t even _my_ thing, but family members always watching it and so I watched it all too.
Fake murder, real murder, it’s interesting because it’s WEIRD and ABNORMAL and HORRIBLE.
When 9/11 happened, it was WEIRD AND ABNORMAL and HORRIBLE. I was supposed to be there, across the street at Unix training. I’d have inhaled that dust, been stuck on the bridge, It would have been miserable.
Yet, I talked about it afterwards. I tried to understand why the terrorists did it. It’s what I do. You think less of me for trying to understand how different people think?