Manipulative Man of Slightly Below-Average Intelligence Who Traveled to Florida So He Could Be Executed for Killing Women Did What He Intended

Ask anyone. This place will get to you:
the beaches, the sun, the thunder, the girls.

I want to be dead,
but I want the cops to catch me.

The women I killed, it was nothing personal;
I made them laugh like any nice guy

before I shifted into myself.

Look what the rays can do to your skin,
to your mind.

I wanted to murder:  I wanted to die.
I was right and wrong at the same time.

The victims were a vehicle, like my Volkswagen: 
the unopenable passenger door, clevis for handcuffs.

Did you just want me to sit alone in the sand with a sweating Miller?
Did you want me to just raise my hand near the pounding surf hello?

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Read our interview with Paul David Adkins HERE.