On another note, a couple weeks ago I'm sure you heard of the bomb that went off in
In reading the writing, something remarkable happened....Do you hear me? REMARKABLE!
Who would have thought that something interesting would happen to little, ol' UNREMARKABLE me.
In conclusion to my outburst, someone left me my father's diary. Jacob Timothy Russell, the man I always believed to have left me and my mother for some better family that was less boring, didn't quite leave at all. It's like the world ended and came back in different light, and that's not just because I've taken to having a glass of Rum in the morning instead of the usual coffee, or that I stopped going to work and no one has even remotely noticed any form of absence. It shouldn't affect me so to know that my father died, and left me here with all the love that he could possibly muster and named me after two of his best friends who turned into his closest family and now some horrible, inescapable, oddity is after my life....okay, maybe the last bit should but that's not my point.
I now know I am being hunted, but by what I can't tell you, and I hardly know how to describe what this Tall, Dark, and Slender guy is all about. Still, all I really do understand is that I'm supposed to watch my back and be afraid of the shadows in the corner of my eye.....I wonder how all this will turn out.