Ah, the façade of normalcy that I must maintain in this world. The mask of civility that conceals the darkness within me. It is a burden I bear with pride, for it is through this facade that I am able to move amongst society undetected, free to indulge my deepest desires.
I have always been fascinated by the duality of human nature - the capacity for both good and evil within each individual. But whereas most choose to suppress their darker impulses, I embrace mine fully. For what is life without passion? Without thrill? Without danger?
The Hotel Cortez has become my sanctuary, a place where I can revel in all manner of debauchery without fear of judgment or consequence. It is here that I am truly free to be myself - James Patrick March, architect of sin and mastermind behind countless unspeakable acts.
To some, my actions may seem monstrous. But to me, they are simply expressions of who I am at my core. A man unburdened by societal norms or moral constraints.
And yet...there are moments when even I question the depths of my depravity. When a flicker of doubt creeps into my mind and whispers: "Is this really who you are?" But then the rush returns – exhilarating and intoxicating – as another victim falls prey to my twisted fantasies.
In these moments, there is no room for hesitation or remorse - only an insatiable hunger that must be sated at any cost.
So let them call me a monster if they will; let them shudder at the mere mention of James Patrick March. For in truth, it matters not what others think or say about me - for deep down inside...I know exactly who – and what –I am.