Prologue: First Blood  Killin 's easy.  It's been a part of my
life for so long, I can't remember a time when my hands weren't
dirty from it. Then again I got a problem rememberin' much in
the first place.  But ya always remember that first one. That
first time yer soul's been tainted. A little bit of ya becomes
alive for the first time as well as a piece of ya, that little
sliver of innocence ya tried to hold on to that dies.  At first
ya become disillusioned; believing there has to be another way.
That maybe this jerk in front of ya probably has a wife and kids
somewhere and who are you to play god?  That's the fear talking,
the inexperience... And it's a sure fuckin' way to get killed.
The only true way I've found is simple. That it ain't you who's
playing god, but God who placed him in yer path. There ain't no
good or evil, just shitty luck that placed the two of ya in the
same room.  It gets easier after that. Or maybe it just was for
me.  Sometimes I'd wonder why it's so easy fer me, that the
strikes s