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Excerpts From:
"I, PSYCHOPATH"
By Stephen M. Kahn, Ph.D.

From Chapter One

The act of stealing something was very exciting to me but it wasn't the only pleasure in my life. During the few times that I had been physically abused without reason by men visiting my mother, a rage had developed within me that was just aching to come out. I couldn't act against these older men and my mother just didn't want to hear about it, so I started seeking other ways to satisfy my urges. Occasionally at school, I would pick on smaller and younger boys in ways that made them cry. Care had to be taken that they didn't report me to a teacher although it happened a few times for which I received many lectures about bullying. I seemed to get a sense of relief when annoying or hurting others that nothing else, even stealing, could match and as my age increased, so did the number of incidents. There was no way I was going to challenge older and stronger boys and confronting girls was out of the question. I had tried that act and quickly learned that they ran directly to a teacher which resulted in more lectures...

A few days later, they visited my home and talked to my mother about my destructive tendencies. They only gave me a warning but said that if it happened again, I would go to juvenile court for a hearing. My mother took their words very seriously and gave me a very stern lecture which annoyed my otherwise unconcerned attitude. She also grounded me for two weeks with no television watching and she made sure that neighbors let her know when I came home from school. That was one of the rare times that she actually disciplined me and it provided enough reasons to avoid other conflicts with her. She still hade a great deal of authority over me and I had to pacify her in some way.

From Chapter Nine

Bart drove to the first bar we had visited and parked about one block away in a dark spot. When we entered the bar, it was about half full but I could see that several people were already well into their drinking night. I didn't see the few people who had seemed to be the best prospects but it was still early so we sat at a table, had a beer and watched the entrance. It wasn't even twenty minutes later that the fellow I had hoped to see walked in with another man. That was a disappointment to me and put a crimp in my plans unless someone else was there who might be a well heeled substitute. We watched the man drink quite a lot of shots and continually throw bills on the bar. The other guy wasn't drinking as much and it looked like he wasn't paying for his drinks. Call it good luck, but after a half hour the second guy left and our mark remained at the bar alone...

Bart was already waiting by the car and in just a few more feet, we would make our move when the drunk nearly approached the car, I quickly ran up behind him and punched the back of his head. He let out a little cry and fell to the ground where Bart and I really pummeled him for a few minutes until there was no movement detected. I looked around the area to make sure that no one had seen us or heard us and then went through his pockets to remove anything of value. After delivering a few more kicks for no reason we ran to the car and Bart sped away toward the other part of town where our second target was located.

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