Blood.

I always came up with random careers and asked my mother if she thought I could do them.

It was funny to pester her, but she'd always say, 'Yes. You can do anything.'

But, dearest mother, when I asked you if I could be a detective, it wasnt to solve crimes.

Because, when he hits me, and the taste of metal is stuck in my mouth, I realize blood excites me and so does the dead.