A Novel

I am male, in my 40's. What do I do? Is it really how we earn a living, what really
defines us? My career does not define me, and that is because I do not earn a living from it.
I will haunt you about that a little later...

I am Gerald Hampstrom, known as Gerry. The man with the God gifted talent for opening his mouth to sing, and the sweet, magical sound that comes out making the little hairs over your
body stand on edge. I have travelled the world, and seen many faces. My career has spanned
many decades, and I have made a lot of money, and friendships along the way. Well that is how it is played out in my head anyway..if I had of actually done anything in life that would have showcased my talent, or got me headed in the right direction. So, no, no great singing career.

Just born, and raised in the city of Toronto.

My grandparents passed away fifteen years ago, leaving me a nice sum of money, enough to
buy a little watering hole. A pub I named "Off with their heads." It is this pub I head to
every week to pick up the profits my staff have earned for me for the week. I also do an
inventory, and restocking for the week on this day, and that is pretty much it. Everything
else to do with the pub is self run, an organized by my manager. Gus a man in his 50's
divorced, with far too much time on his hands. He spends all of that time in my pub, which is
of course why I hired him, so I could spend my time better elsewhere. The pub also is not my
career, although it is the truth about how I earn my money.

My career, which I will remind you again does not in anyway define me. My lifelong career
- really will make those little hairs on your body stand on end ...I am a serial killer... I
have killed twice, both taking place in the late 90's. Both being unsolved by the police. Now
here we are ten years later, and its time my career picked up some speed...