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Pre - Sometime in August, Two Thousand and Six I lock the door behind me. Needed to get out, get some air. I fumble through my jacket, looking for my cigarettes. Should be safe out here for another hour or so. Just rained, the air is washed clean. The clouds have blown away, the stars are out. Spark. Fire. Lit. Puff. Smoke billows around me. The crescent of the moon hangs low in the sky. Old moon, old lady. It'll be dawn in a few hours. Don't want to be outside with the sun out. Too much like...

When I was five years old, I saw a tall man watching me. I had fallen asleep in my parents bed. I don't remember much about that day, except that it had been a busy one. I slept sound and deep. In the middle of the night, I woke with a start. Someone was here. I was being watched. There was a man-shape filling the open doorway. I was terrified.. but he just stood there. I do not recall anything of his face, or of his manner.. just the feeling that this strange sillouette that towered over me....

'The way out is through.' Dive. Dip. Swim. Kick. Pull. But most of all just do something. You're very passive, Murphy. You build and you ride the waves. But when the currents shift you do just enough to get back into the soft gentle stream. I have lived the life of water. Too passive, too yielding. Not flying but gliding drifting along. drifting away. (and i like it.) I shift tenses, jumping around even in my dreams, I am an observer watching the characters play their roles. I have lived the ...