August 1, 2010
	After telling Chette all my personal details, it seems odd that I have not written anything about my past in my private journal.  So, I suppose I should.

	My name is Caplan Kristovsky.  I was born in Russia twenty years ago.  Not long after I was born I was brought into the United States, as it was apparent that conditions in the US were much more favorable.  My mother died while giving birth to me, and my father, who was a piece of shit, ran away before he ever saw me.  I was brought into the country by my grandmother.

	We struggled to get by.  There wasn't a day that went by where I did not starve.  Crime was rampant in my decrepit neighborhood.  Murders were frequent.  It was this last factor that would change my outlook on life.

	One day, I just happened to walk by an old, dusty alleyway where a young man was being held at gunpoint.  He was being robbed of what little he had.  I knew that this wasn't going to end well.  As was typical of my neighborhood there was garbage lying in the alley; I happened to spot a thick piece of wood lying there innocently.  I picked it up, snuck behind the gunman, and bashed it over the gunman's head.  As I did this, however, The man pulled the trigger, and both men crumpled to the floor, bleeding.

	The police arrived and arrested me, thinking me to be the attacker.  They questioned me, and when I said I wasn't a murderer, they beat me.  They beat me savagely.  Teeth flew out.  Blood gushed out of every part of my body.  How I stayed conscious is a mystery to this day.  Under such duress, I confessed to murdering them both in cold blood.

	My trial was short.  After the jury saw my condition, my case was thrown out of court, since it was clear the confession had been pummeled out of me.  I then turned around and sued the police with all the money I had, and won.  I used the money I got to move into a middle-class neighborhood, lucked into a well-paying job, and settled.

	Yet, I still couldn't help but feel for the ones in my old neighborhood, and those around the world in my former condition.  No one was going to save them.  What could I do...?

	I contemplated this until June 27, 2010.