Musings of Greg, part one.

I guess what I'm about to tell you is going to make you hate me. I'm past that now so judge as you will. See I did something and I don't know what to do about it. I need your help, so I'm going to go ahead and write this and send it to you so that you have time to think about it when you've read it.

Right now I'm writing this at my house to send you but when you get it I guess I'll be long gone. I need to find myself and get some time to think about things. Try to sort my life out you know?

Well, here goes. Remember that girl from last week? She's here with me now. I'm not quite sure how I got her to come back with me since she screamed at me on Friday night. I think she was just stressed. Oh that's it I said I wanted to apologise for my behaviour that night.

It's too long to go into detail now but I want to send you the full explanation if you will allow me to.

There's no easy way to tell you this but she's dead and I don't know what to do. Right now she's lying face down in the kitchen and her blood is covering the tiles. It smells weird. I hit her with a hammer, I think. The claw side. Sort of weird, like hitting an egg.

I guess if you're still reading on you haven't completely flipped out yet and called the police. I will explain everything and then I promise you can call the police on me. We're friends right? Please please at least listen to what I have to say before doing anything. You owe me that much.

Ok so I met her Monday night when we were out at the fox, remember when you were throwing them back far too quickly (I told you it would make you chuck haha.) When I took you home I decided to go back since it was early and I didn't feel like I had a proper night out. That place is awesome after midnight anyway. I got back and got straight back to drinking. I wanted to be at least tipsy, I mean I spent at least forty odd pounds the least I could achieve was wooziness. I was in my favourite spot and it was nice and dark with all the neon light's and shit and people dancing. Great fun when you're off your face right?

Ok so I had my third double vodka and coke and I noticed that girl we were talking about. By then I felt great so I stood next to her at the bar and started to talk to her. It was bastard boiling in there so I was aware of my sweating. She was too so it was ok. I can't quite remember what I was saying, I confess. But I was cracking out all the jokes. She told me to fuck off.

I didn't care, she would cave in given time. I think it's when some chump bumped into her and knocked over her drink that she started to like me. She had just bought it!

Shit shit shit, there's someone at the door. I will email you back i swear, please don't tell anyone just yet, just please. Hang on. I'll be right back.