ABSTRACT
It was a cool and dreary Southern California day. The sky was flirting with moisture, but opted for overcast gloom. I was oppressively bored sitting around staring at my computer screen with no sense of social connection. No one was home. E-mail was down. The walls of my student apartment were moving in on me and I felt claustrophobic. I briefly contemplated torching my very Bundy building and sitting down on the grass to watch it burn with a couple of wire hangers and a bag of marshmallows. I could almost smell the stained wood blazing and the warm, sticky marshmallows roasting to a delicious char brown. Precious.
