It's been said I've got some pretty "fucked up" friends, and it's been said more than a few times. I don't believe any of my friends are animals, mindless and mad. They were brought up different.

One of my closest "fucked up" friends (of 10-ish years) finally came out of his closet to me tonight. I've always known that he's a murderer... but it's not really a thing you bring up in passing conversation.
It's not like "OH HEY! How the Hell you been? Long time no see... how many bodies you up to these days? No kidding? You stabbed/shot 'em HOW MANY TIMES?! You scamp, you!"

Just not the way it works. It's down right inapropriate. Don't pry. Bite your tongue.

After many years of friendship we crossed that bridge tonight.
I've earned his trust and he has mine.

Over the next few weeks/months I'm going to sit, listen and write his life story only altering names/alias' and dates to ensure he remains anonymous. From what I've heard tonight it's going to be a fucking tale.