James: How much reading have up done on serial killers—it's something I'm not up on?

Steevo: The only books I own, dude. The best is The Encyclopedia of Serial Killers—like that [3-inches] thick—which my Ex fucking stole. When taxes come back I'll get a new copy and you can hold it.

James: I was thinking that these recent cop killings might be skewing the numbers and getting the brothers into the game. I've been under the impression that black guys commit more murders because of lack of impulse control but that white guys tend toward long term killing due to higher intelligence. But, there was the guy in Atlanta, the D.C. snipers and the fact that Criminal Minds has run like ten seasons and never had a serial killer that was not a white man makes me think that maybe I've been mislead.

Steevo: Fucking right, man! Jake Bird was like one of the very first American serial killers—a black dude who chopped up forty-four people with a hatchet.

James: Wow, thanks for the info.

Steevo: No problem, dude. The human being is a fucking serial killer—period. I'm sure if God wrote an encyclopedia of serial killers you'd find it to be a regular equal opportunity empowerment zone.

James: Seriously, even Eskimo serial killers?

Steevo: Fuck yeah—harpoons? Are you shitting me? Ask the seals—they probably have wanted posters of Eskimos etched in the ice!