Thank you for the outpouring of support in the past two days. I’m truly grateful to be surrounded by such caring friends. Please message me anytime to talk about the topics in this story or about writing itself.

“The trouble with writing fiction is that it has to make sense, whereas real life doesn’t.”
— Ian M. Banks

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All of these things actually happened. Some of these things to me, some of them to close friends, others to complete strangers. But all of these things happened. Yes, of course with fiction you change names and dates and you embellish the edges a little bit, but in a way if you tell as much of the truth as you can while still telling a lie, somehow it ends up being more true.

In other words, if you take a flashlight and shine it wildly on the darker parts of the canvas of humanity, this is what you might find.

I have many people to thank for helping me get to this finish line of sorts, though I will always return to this story to make it better,  more relevant, more accessible. These people gave me ideas, inspiration, and hope. They are my conspiracy of love. This list is always growing.

Thank you Sam, Dyl, Abi, Vicky, Kevin, Zaki, Ivan, Brady, Christina, Helen, Annie, Sophia, Maia, Morgan, Collin, Rob, Yan, Austin, M, D, L, K, M, and K.

The chapters themselves are password protected. If you would like to read them, just send me a note.