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Before coming to Thailand I worked for the police dept. in my city. It was a great job actually, not too many things that would go on, but then there were the times where things would get messy real fast. Now, I know what you are thinking "Cop,, oh an asshole!" or what ever you may be thinking when you think about the police, however I am far from the others. In the 4 years that I worked as a cop, I have always done my best to treat everyone the same. Besides working patrol and investigations, I would also work as a contact person for international students that were working and living in the US as a cultural exchange program.



Everything seemed to be going well, and I had finally started to open up to the world and to other people once again. I had for years closed myself off to others after being murdered at age 4.



One evening on December 7th at 1854 Hrs had changed everything within me about how I think about others again. I was called to a automobile collision outside my city limits, the state police needed assistance because there was like only 2 available in the whole county.



As I was in route to the location, I kept feeling really strange, as if I knew there was something ahead that I did not and should not go to see. I have been to many AC's and seen plenty of people cut up and injured before and I thought to myself "why is this so different?"



When I arrived at the location, I noticed a gray Pontiac station wagon that was sitting sideways on the road. The passenger side of the car was smashed so badly that the passenger door was touching the drivers door. As I looked closer I knew the car to be my father's car. I ran over to see what had happened. The trooper that was standing there did not know that the man killed in that car was my father. He said " Yeah it looks like this poor bastard will not be going home tonight!" I looked at him and at that moment every ounce of the deepest evilness that is inside me came out at one single moment. Without warning I struck the trooper, hitting him hard enough to knock him to the ground. He did not know what happened or why I did it, he only backed away calling for help from the other trooper. My partner grabbed me and tried to keep me contained but it did not work, I pushed him away and told him that if he touches me or if anyone else touches me it would be their last.



I fell to the ground in front of my father's car, there I sat for about 20 mins or so in a pool of my father's blood. When the state police checked the tags of the car, they discovered that it was my father who was killed and they knew why I acted as I did.



I got up from the ground at which time the only other man that could control me with one word other than my father was the police chief. He was great friend to me, almost a father figure to me as well. He came to get me, and to take me to my house. I did not go, I insisted to go to the hospital where my father's body was taken. They asked why I wanted to go there, they advised that I not because of how badly he was. I had to go because I knew that he was not gone yet, his spirit was still near his body.



When I arrived at the hospital, I found what I was looking for. I found my father and his body. I spoke to him about what happened. He told me that he did not know what happened and that he did not feel anything until now. I said goodbye to him at that time. The words "goodbye" are words I never say to the living, but only to the dead. I told him that I will see him again soon. Then he left, as well as I.



I was placed on leave from the police dept for several days so that I could recover, but it did not work, the only thing it had done was give me a chance to close the world out again. I began to have evil thoughts about people and once again hated all people. Every emotion that I had ever had since I was kind during the first event that changed my life, had come out. I lashed out at everyone and everything. I only spoke with my mother, and when I returned to my work, I was not the same. I did my work, but was not the same. I did not talk with the people, I could care less about their problems. As time had passed as it often does, I tried to return to a "normal" state of thinking. I left from the police dept a year later and came to South East Asia in search of something different in this life.

The thinking that I had after my fathers death was very clear to me now. I had thought about it and how often I had been given another chance to continue my life. Death has always surrounded me since I was a child, and this was no different. I have been told many times with the things that have happened to me since I was a child, I should have been dead a long time ago. So now I don't live my life like others do. I am not bound by rules, regulations and such. I live every day as if it were my last, and I love it. I do what I want, when I want where ever I want.

Thanks for stopping in. Please come again.

-Hechicero.

Here we go again. One of the side effects of my tragic event that occured so long ago is that for some odd reason every 2 to 3 months I will get this tremendous burst of energy and can not sleep for several days, when I do sleep its only for about an hour sometimes less. This can go on for a few days or it can go on for an entire month. The longest time it has gone on was for 2 1/2 months. I have been like this since I was a child. I am not hyper, have been checked and tested for everything known and everything is ok. It was once thought that there was a problem with my adrenal glands, however that was ruled out also after testing.



So, here I am with this burst of energy moving all within me. I have also noticed that with this bust of energy period, I have an incredibly strong craving for blood. To satisfy this craving I head off to the local shopping center to buy a few pounds of meat. I usually make a shake out of it, tossing out the fat and the meat as much as I can. I only want the blood. I love the taste of it as it slowly slides down my tongue.



The bad thing about this energy burst is that I never know when it will come. The only small sign that I know its coming is that I have a slight tingling sensation all within my mouth, I know then its time to take a shopping trip. There was one time I was with my (then) girlfriend and we were deeply involved with each other, when sometime during the event my burst of energy had came, and without warning I bit her. I could not help my self because of all that was going on. She was very upset at first because she did not know about me like that. It is not something that I tell everyone when I meet them. I actually had to pry my mouth away from her and bite into a pillow, which she could not pull from my jaws no matter how hard she tried. After about 10 mins, I was able to let go of the pillow. it was the first time that I have done something like that. I absolutly did not have any control over what happend, the strange thing was that I actually liked it. I am so bad.... Well it has not happed since then, because I know not do just " dive right in" if you know what I mean. Its not always good to treat your loved one as an "all you can eat" shop... or is it.



Along with this energy burst, I am also very very highly sexualy driven, sometimes its crazy even for me. I say that because I will say and do things that I do not normally do. I will flirt with any woman that I choose and at a moments notice. I am not one to go out and sleep with everyone, I am steady with who I am with, the only thing this time is this is the first time that I am not seeing anyone during this phase. Damn!!! I guess I will have to make more blood shakes and lock myself into my home and office when I go there. or should I just say to hell with it and do what comes natural?



Oh well, today is day one. Who knows how long this will go on.