Since the age of twelve Mark Rixby Jr. looked as if he were on death’s doorstep, which in fact was as far from truth as one could reasonably get.

Once Mark turned twenty-five, he discovered that his appearance afforded him certain “perks” otherwise unavailable to a seemingly healthy man.

By the time Marky, as he was known affectionately, turned forty-five he’d molested, savagely murdered and disected over fifty children in fifteen different states. No one suspected him of any of the crimes he’d left in his wake.

His demeanor and appearance was forever pitied by those around him, leaving him—in their minds—harmless and peaceful, which in fact was as far from truth as one could reasonably get.

Drawn on printer paper with a BIC mechanical pencil, while listening to iTunes on shuffle.

Enjoy or not (Amy says it’s OK, to not) and see you tomorrow.