When does a man become a monster?
I was told to look out for the men that prowled through the streets at night, snatching young children from their beds. I was told they would be disfigured, easily distinguishable from you and I. They would growl and snarl and hiss, too inhumane to communicate.
Lately I have been feeling something wrong, something Other, inside of me. I am still me, I walk and...
