This is a work of fact. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's life and are used as realistically as possible and are to be construed as fact. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely intentional. If any of the people mentioned within are too ashamed to see themselves drawn out in little squiggly lines do not feel badly, I do not like the way I look in text either--none of us do.
We should all take comfort in knowing that by making all of these mistakes, we have in some small way, colored our world. After all life without pain can be so boringly black and white.
I am basically just another human being who finds myself sickened by the feast of life, regurgitating what I consume back out onto lined white sheets. In doing so I can see what it is I have eaten and determine why it made me sick in the first place.
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