"At the trial, the killer played the press," declares Jay Robert Nash in his crime anthology, Bloodletters and Badmen. "He flashed the palm of his hand where he had drawn a pentagram. On other occasions, as he sat listening to the prosecution condemn him for his crimes, he placed two upturned fingers on either side of his temples to indicate horns and whispered: 'Evil…Evil…Evil…'”
Sometimes beautiful things come into our lives out of nowhere. We can’t always understand them, but we have to trust in them. I know you want to question everything, but sometimes it pays to just have a little faith.