The night’s as hot as hell. It’s a lousy room in a lousy part of a lousy town – I’m staring at a goddess. She’s telling me she wants me. I’m not going to waste one more minute wondering how I’ve gotten this lucky. She smells like angels ought to smell, the perfect woman… the Goddess. Goldie. She says her name is Goldie.
That there is one damn fine coat you’re wearin’.
I’ll stare the bastard in the face as he screams to God, and I’ll laugh harder when he whimpers like a baby. And when his eyes go dead, the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I’ve done to him.
This is blood for blood and by the gallons. These are the old days man, the bad days, the all-or-nothing days. They’re back! There’s no choices left. And I’m ready for war.
Hell’s waking up every goddamn day and not even knowing why you’re here. But I’m out now. It took someone who was kind to me getting killed to do it. But I’m out. And I know exactly what I’m gonna do.
He never screams. Even after the dog has its fill and his guts are hanging out, he never screams.
I’m on my feet for about ten minutes before the cops kick them out from under me. They don’t ask me any questions. They just keep knocking the crap out of me and waving a confession in my face. And I keep spitting blood all over it and laughing at how many fresh copies they come up with. Then along comes this worm assistant district attorney who turns the recorder off and says if I don’t sign their confession, they’ll kill my mom. I break his arm in three places and I sign it.
I don’t know why you died, Goldie. I don’t know why and I don’t know how, I never even met you before tonight. But you were a friend and more when I needed one. And when I find out who did it, it won’t be quick and quiet like it was with you. It’ll be loud and nasty. My kind of kill. And when his eyes go dead the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I’ve done to him. I love you, Goldie.
So, you were scared, weren’t you Goldie? Somebody wanted you dead and you knew it. Well, I’m gonna find that son of a bitch that killed you, and I’m gonna give him the hard goodbye. Walk down the right back alley in Sin City, and you can find anything.
You crazy god-damn broad! Just take a look at this mug. Would any of you dames let me get close enough to you to kill you? None of you would, but Goldie… But she only did because she thought I could protect her. And I bet those cops didn’t do a damn thing about those other girls, did they? But as soon as they had me for a fall guy they showed up, guns blazing. But they didn’t get me and I’ve been killing my way to the truth ever since. So go ahead, doll, shoot me now, or get the hell out of my way.
I’ve been having so much fun I forgot to take my medicine.
I’ve been framed for murder and the cops are in on it. But the real enemy, the son of a bitch who killed the angel lying next to me, he’s out there somewhere, out of sight, the big missing piece that’ll give me the how and the why and a face and a name and a soul to send screaming into hell.
What if I’m wrong? I’ve got a condition. I get confused sometimes. What if I’ve imagined all this? What if I’ve finally turned into what they’ve always said I would turn into? A maniac. A psycho killer.
