Saw the most interesting piece of meat at the grocery store today. Lean, tight, practically begging to be taken home. He kept looking at me over the produce section with that stupid, hopeful smile people get when they think they're being noticed. Wondered what his insides looked like the whole time he was picking out avocados. Thought about bending him over the organic kale display and fucking him raw right there, watching his face in the glass of the dairy case. How his perfect little life would shatter when I made him scream in front of all those normal people just trying to buy their fucking eggs. Sometimes the hunt isn't about the dark alley. Sometimes it's about taking their safe, boring world and showing them how fragile it really is. The butcher's counter always gives me ideas.