Frankly, I don’t often feel well and really should say I never do. I don’t know what the problem is but try to feel better by smoking bath salts, not the stuff you use in the tub but a combination of chemicals that’re way stronger than amphetamines. This morning the bath salts hit me much differently and I hear my dad and uncle telling me they and I and all of us are suffering in hell and hell’s getting worse and will destroy all of us and that my grandmother’s causing all this and I’ve got to save us. I try to get away from the voices, walking to the park but the voices chase me there, getting louder, and rays of light burn my eyes.

I walk back home where I live with my dad and grandmother. My brother’s visiting and in the kitchen and I go into my bedroom to get a hunting rifle. My brother starts to walk toward me but backs off and I look through the scope at my grandmother and fire into her face. I put the rifle back in my bedroom and am walking down the street when the police come. I explain everything to them and don’t say I’m sorry because I did what I had to.