Hey guess what? I'm back bitches.

Yes, it has certainly been awhile but i felt the urge to begin again.

Sort-of different plot line, better pacing. I've had more practice as a writer and I do believe I have gotten better and wanted to show it off a little bit I guess. So I hope you guys enjoy!

This definitely wasn't the plan.

It wasn't apart of any plan I had when I decided to leave New York.

I just remember being tired, sweaty, and I needed some gas and there was a little dot on the horizon and. . .then I was flying.

Okay, not me, but the truck - my truck went flying.

I remember the big man, the one standing in the middle of the road in the morning glow of the sun and I swerved and went flying. The truck spun down, deep down into the pits of Hell and I couldn't climb out. I was stuck there forever - of course, I day-dreamed that I got out. I pretended in the soft glow of the night that I was sitting on a balcony in California, staring out over the ocean, living the calm life I deserved but then. . .

Then I would wake up to him.

And reality sunk back in, filled me up until I couldn't take it anymore and gave in.

I gave in to the madness.

I gave in to the sand and the heat and the people I grew to. . .love.