“When are we going to finish watching that show?”
“What show?”
“You know. Our new favorite show–MindHunter.”
“Our new favorite show? Like we have something in common?”
“Sure. We have a lot in common. We both have a son. We like to read the same writers. I’m a serial killer. You’re ….”
“Hold on there.”
“I was going to say, you’re studying serial killers.”
“I’m only studying serial killers so I get you right.”
“We’ve discussed this before. You can’t get me right. I already exist. You’re just channeling my reality from another dimension.”
“Not this again.”
“Anyway, when are we finishing our show?”
“I already finished it.”
“What? Without me?”
“Well, you were busy. I’m surprised you even like the show. You’re the one that said that what they say about serial killers is all bullshit. MindHunters is all about how they came up with the bullshit. The FBI agents who interviewed all those serial killers. They based all their theories on serial killers on those interviews.”
“Not everything is bullshit.”
“Like what?”
“Like, how all the serial killers try to control the interviews even though they no longer have any control. That’s spot on. That’s why we do what we do–for control. We control who gets to live and who gets to die. And we’re intelligent. We have to be to do what we do and not get caught. Of course, all those serial killers aren’t that smart after all.”
“Why not?”
“They got caught, didn’t they? They’re sitting in prison spilling their guts to FBI agents. That’s not too smart. And they’ll die in prison, too.”
“So you’re smarter than all those guys, huh?”
“Fuck yeah. I haven’t been caught yet, have I?”
“We’ll see.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Never mind. I found a new series. You’re going to love it. It’s called I Am a Killer.”
“Shit. You need a new hobby.”
Beginning Again 