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On a dark desert highway

I don’t know. Maybe these guys did kill me. Maybe I’m in one of those movies where the protagonist struggles to what he sees as a safe ending to his ordeal only to have Freddie or some other monster resurface and kill him/her. Maybe I’m a dead man walking. The state of my health, the […]

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It’s one thing to forget; quite another to have your memory erased. I forget all the time. But some things are so painful it’s best that they never be recalled. That’s why I was given those amnesia producing drugs that prevent me from remembering what happened when I was going through all of those procedures […]