I waited so long to come forward and tell my story because I didn’t think anyone would believe me. But now I want people to know what happened to me, because if knowing what happened to me could prevent it happening to them, then I want them to know.
They locked the door to FunHole. We’re going to need to break out of our desk jobs and get back in somehow. And, hey, that’s me in the sights. I need to finish the story I’ve been writing or it’s all going to hell.