A Desire to Bathe in the Blood of Our Enemies

"And I didn't kill anyone on the train tonight," she adds, triumphantly.

"Want to talk about it?" I say. 

Katie proceeds to tell me of a couple of women who made fun of her for asking to get by them to a less crowded part of the train, and how she freaked them out by maintaining eye contact and laughing insanely.

"It's not enough," I say, shaking my head.