Allow me to introduce myself: I am Bo Carr, I'm a serial killer. Not just any serial killer, but the best one! Oh yes, I'm bragging, and I am not a dictator on foreign country or even a depraved lunatic doing it for sexual thrills. Does that surprise you? Does it offend your delicate sensibilities? How many I killed? One hundred and ninety eight men. Each one of them deserved it. You don't believe me? I'll let you be the judge.

   Who was the first? Nepo Shyler. I can still see his face clearly: his bald, shaven head, his untouchable, smug attitude! What did he do wrong? Are you serious? Did you not hear who I said? Nepo Shyler? Murderer extraordinaire? He was locked up for the first time when he was 13 years old for burning his grandmother to death because she wouldn't give him money to buy ice cream. He was found in the basement playing with her eyeballs like they were marbles, with a gallon of melting Neapolitan ice cream dripping between his fat legs, and munching her deep fried fingers like they were French fries. He'd been in and out of psychiatric hospitals, juvenile homes, and prison all his life. He was a true product of his surroundings. I saw him come in and of Jackson Prison five times during my stay there.

   That's why I loved being here. I got to see everyone as as they came through the 'Bubble'. We called it the 'bubble' because the scene, as it unfolds before your eyes, bursts your bubble when you enter the block and hundreds of men whistle at you and the other fresh fish walking across the Gallery floor in your underwear, holding your bed roll tight against your fragile chest, as if that will somehow protect you from the predators salivating from their psychopathic lips with every step you take. For the seasoned prisoners who are returning, it's like homecoming week: seeing the same sissies who sucked their dicks in the shower, the drug dealer who gave them their fix of brown heroin, or the female guard who smuggled in a cell phone up her hairy snatch. These are the man I cannot stand...and Shyler was my final straw.