Could it be...Murder?

I've always had a fondness for true crime, but I often finding myself saying things like "I LOVE MURDER!" Which, is not what I mean. Just the other day I had to make a promise not to kill someone I care for very much, and also had to agree not to expect them to ever help me kill someone. I made the promise on both accounts, in case you were wondering.

I have no interest in killing anybody, think of all the work and planning that would entail. No thank you! I also don't like ruining clothes, and blood stains are a pain to get out. Ruining clothes means having to go shopping, so for that reason, along with the work involved and planning means I will give murder a hard pass.

Also, I'm going to go out on a limb and just say that prison is not for me. Nor is being "on the lam." I'm pretty sure I wouldn't like either of those things. Also, I have a very, very guilty conscience. So the truth is, I do not in fact love murder.

I love true crime. I often feel like I can't get enough, and I know I am not alone. Recently I gained access to the Investigation Discovery channel and after saying I hardly watch TV in the summer (to the same person I promised not to murder) I am finding myself glued to the TV every night. I just watched Dead North in one sitting. From ID's website:

Dead North is a true crime thriller set in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. This is the story of a female police chief who goes against all odds to uncover what happened on the night Chris Regan went missing and will stop at nothing to catch his killer.

Ooooh copy and paste is so fun. I am leaving that as is. Dead North is a whodunit that turns into what in the hell WHO WHAT WHY WHOA! I highly recommend it, and if you also are a true crime fan/murderino like me, just check out the ID channel in between fun and sun. Because murder! Dang, I mean true crime. I'll keep working on that.