Aways in his shadow are where you reside, being second place, never comparing to the great “Jeff the Killer.” You’ve been silent watching him from these sidelines; hating the way he breathes, his foolish decrees. And you especially hated the way everyone else hangs on every breath.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t wishing for an untimely death or demise. Or was it that you wished you could be like him? Lying awake thinking every night that instead of him, it should be you.