think as they died? just see my pretty face. the last thing they ever saw was me, and if they carry that glimpse to eternity, infitynityr whatever it is, they re going to be thinking of me all that time. welcome to very scary people. i m donny wallberg. he was living a double life. he seemed like a quiet husband and father, but he was a vicious cold-blooded killer.
when i was a kid aside from the desire to one day meet donny wallberg, i was predominantly motivated by one emotion, fear. whether it was thanks to my overprotective parents, the domineering catholic school nuns, or every special different strokes episode, i was afraid of everything. if i got bad grades, i d end up homeless. if i crossed the street i would end up mutilated in an alley. if i stayed out too late i d fall in a well. in any scenario in which i did the wrong thing, the result in my head was always the same thing, homeless, dead, stuck in a well. that overwhelming sense of fear was actually a pretty healthy thing. it trained me to think about consequences. if only to avoid ending up homeless, dead, or stuck in a well. but kids these days don t seem to have the same hangups.