Joe was a simple man.
He liked them young, naked and scared.
Joe had a simple method.
He used duct tape, fear and a walk in freezer with ten inch walls and an industrial strength door.
Joe followed a simple regime.
Never more than one. Never anyone that would be missed. Never girls.
Joe believed in a simple truth.
The voice in his head was the Lord and the Lord guided his hand.
Joe lived a simple existence.
Not too much. Not too little. Invisible.
It took me seven years to make Joe’s acquaintance.
His death was anything but simple.