Chapters 1-4

Midnight Tolls Nearing the twelve o’clock hour on this the sixteenth day of March 2001, I lie here in insomniac bliss. It hasn’t really kicked in, the insomnia that is, but I’ve averaged something like twenty hours of sleep for the week. That’s usually a good sign that it’s just getting primed. It’s the first signal of those buggery fits of depression that come along annually. It’s this place. Colorado Springs, Colorado. I’ve been falling into a rut ever since I got back. I almost escaped. I… More information...

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