There is a chill calm. I am not upset. I am not sad, though I knew I wouldn't be. In fact, I am empowered.
The world has become a conflagration of shit.
Dad is dead and some of those of ill-repute have killed him. I wish I was surprised my humor was still with me.
But no.
Fuck dad.
Yes, that is incriminating evidence. But it doesn't matter. I know who did it. They know who did it. Everyone knows They Did It.
But everyone hated dad.
I hated dad.
And now it comes to denouement. Everyone thinks I killed dad. They are the judges and the jurors.
So I need to go.
I am Isaac Chambers no more. The Chambers do not hold me. I am laughing.
And laughing.
This is my end.
Flood me with opium.
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