The randomness and locations of the shootings leave everyone feeling vulnerable and naked in public. I’ve noticed myself walking faster when I’m outside and looking at treelines more carefully. I’ve noticed every white van and box truck on the road. Now that we have a better description, I’ve stopped trying to memorize all their license plates, but I still notice them.
This is my first experience with a serial killer in my area. It’s gripping to the point of insomnia. I haven’t been sleeping well, and last night I dreamed about chasing a cream colored Astro van with a silver roof rack around Sterling trying to run him off the road. I woke up before I did.
The weird part is that even though this lunatic is creating terror, I don’t think he’s a typical terrorist. I think it’s some crazed Redneck who’s gone off the religious deepend that’s swallowed those whacked out right-to-lifers who are so for life rights that they kill people. It’s someone who’s morals are so goofy that he’ll kill, but won’t steal a new truck.
Honestly, I don’t care who it is. I want them stopped and soon.