Excerpt #1

My life is like a Quentin Tarantino flick. The end is the beginning and the beginning is the end. A flip flop of sorts. A backwards essence of time reversed only for future condolences. I know this is the undeniable outcome of of my existence. When did this start? I answer my own question: When I became a man. I cant exactly pinpoint a date or a specific event, but it stands out in time like a bright yellow cab when you don't need one. It happens like lightning, quick and silent. Nobody knows, not one soul but mine and its conscious is unburdened. This is my story.