Is this your world, Jack? Blood and guns. One wrong step and I might fall. Or worse, Jack. You could die. Stupid. Remember to breathe. Screw being cautious. Shit happens anyway. "I've taken away your speech." No, you've helped me speak the words I really wanted to say. "I've taken away your sight." No, you've helped...
Whatever I thought I remembered, I discarded like the bad drafts of a story. It couldn't have happened. People embellish memories, filter them and run a narrative string through events, distorting the past. That much I knew. That much was certain. So it stood to reason that whatever I had thought I remembered had been...
Ah, screw it! I'm not your dog, not your whore, and certainly not your lover. I'm Prof. Steve Finley. I teach English Lit to snot-nosed students. I'm a failed writer - those who cannot do, teach. Don't give me that look, Jack. You're a shady gangster and you don't know anything about writing or about me... ...