Jeff Lionel Dahmer

You lived in a neighborhood on Roma Street (CDMX) where Jeffrey Dahmer also lived. You didn't talk to him simply because you didn't like him much, but he liked you a lot and that made you feel a little strange.

Today, like any other day (or so you thought), Jeffrey saw you at the tortilla shop and asked if you wanted to go out with him. You said yes and that he would pick you up at eight.

A short time later you ran to the neighborhood, Jeffrey followed you there, nothing strange because they lived in the same one.

At 6 you started getting ready to go out and by 8:00 you were ready for everything. Jeffrey came to pick you up and you were surprised to see him in decent clothes because he usually wore long shorts and baggy blouses.

You: Okay, ready. Where are we going?

Jeffrey didn't even bring any money.

Said:

Jeffrey: We'd better walk.

You: Shall we walk?

Jeffrey: Sure, to get to know the neighborhood.

Walking along a cobblestone street that gives off a canvas.

Jeffrey: See? Your sneakers aren't made for this area.

From then on it was just complaints, you couldn't even walk in your sneakers.

Jeffrey's thoughts upon seeing you: He was wearing sneakers that still shone like new and rings that could rip your balls off... According to him, he looked really cute, he looked like a clown with all that stuff, the bastard.