And I'm starting to feel it's right

His eyes would scan the surroundings and he would start his climb of the hill, one of many hills in the wash, and he would reflect about what he wanted in life once more. He was careful in his gait, his eyes never stopped scanning, and his mind was focused but in a different place at the same time. He was at peace, but he hated being at peace. He would hiss and then spit at the ground as he stepped on a sharp rock. He let the pain flood his body and he felt good. He loved pain. He was completely sadistic and he loved it.