From the laptop of Victor Archwood.
I hope you don’t mind I’ve taken the literary mic away from Laurie Stevens (she talks too much anyhow, don’t you think?). I’m Victor Archwood, someone Laurie has labeled a “villain” in her books. You may think that offends me, but I’ve learned to rise above the petty judgments of people. That’s a good thing, isn’t it? To rise above? Certainly not “villainous” in my book. We shouldn’t place people in categories. One should take the time to know someone before they pass judgment, right? So, I thought I’d take the opportunity to let you see my deeper side. Don’t worry about Laurie, she’s fine locked in the closet.
I grew up in San Francisco not far from the Sutro Bath ruins and caves. I used to play there and escape my terrible parents. My mother is still close to me but I fantasize about throwing her off a high cliff every few minutes. My father was drunk and abusive, but knowing what I know about my mom, I figure he had no other choice but to act out.
And then there’s Detective Gabriel McRay. Do you know he babysat me when I was a kid? Yeah, he was a teenaged mental wreck who babysat me and then beat me up for no reason. Can you blame me for hating him? How someone can view him as “the good guy,” I have no idea. He’s the real villain, if you ask me. I worshiped Gabriel back in the day but now I despise him. Laurie chronicled my revenge against him in a book called “The Mask of Midnight.”
Do you sympathize with me yet? You should. At the very least, you should understand where I’m coming from. Not yet? Okay, let’s explore me a little further.
Oh, wait. You’re too busy? You’ve got to run? Can’t stop to think about someone else for a change, huh? How typical. That’s the problem with this world. It’s filled with selfish SOBs who don’t give a damn about anyone else. Thanks for contributing to the problem, you worthless piece of human trash.
Wanna know how I handle jerks like you? I remember how easily I can end your life. How’s that for rising above? Well, I’ve enjoyed our little talk, sort of. Frankly, I find you excruciatingly boring, but don’t fret; most people bore me to tears. I suppose I’ll let Laurie out of the closet now. She deserves to deal with you. Feel free to let your maladjusted alter-egos comment. Just understand that while Laurie might read the comments, I won’t.