i met the net guy he was normal he wanted me to visit (he told me where to come) i drove down his street he wasn't home which is how my first words to him became i-was-just-leaving-a-note instead of the grand entrance i may have planned. was i able to. and why his first words to me were oh. my. god. not the stuff of murder mysteries, really just ordinary his living room a familiar set from a film watched on-and-...