Gilbert's Carnival, Leland's Demise

          I followed Leland, saw him buy his gold-studded grille, and watched him make his way to Gilbert's Carnival. He bounced on the bouncy house like a little kid. There he was: a "grown" man with a gold grille, super-strong deodorant, a wife-beater, a disgusting new hair style (corn rows) bouncing with a bunch of little kids on a janky-looking bouncy castle. If he wasn't so clueless maybe he would realize that he looked like a pedophile, preying on innocent children. People would point fingers and stare at him, concerned for the children's sake. He was a fool. It's time to die, Leland.
          It's a nice day outside. The sun is shining perfectly, not a cloud in the sky. The air is warm, not overbearing, but comfortable. I thought I might have seen the hopeless lunatic from that TV show "Two and a Half Men." I feel at ease with the world, almost unnaturally natural, so to speak. Here I am, about to make a killing and all I can think about is how beautiful the weather is. Not even the monkey that is snatching everyone's wallet is getting to me, not even snarling balloon man (who keeps making a sick joke: "here's the balloon man whistling far and wee" and then he unzips his pants and pees on the ground in front of everybody), or the hag at the kissing booth. Very seldom can an individual of my profession unwind his muscles before doing what I am about to do.
         Now Leland is riding the tilt-a-whirl, stepping off dizzily, about to puke. I saw a man holding a bible, nicely dressed, and with a neat collar. Good one universe! Go ahead and send me one of your little "signs" from the "almighty" to convince me to change my mind! Ha! Like something so subtle could divert my attention from my task. Fuck you, universe! Haha!