There are stories written in the skin of my arms.
Let me tell you a story. It’s a new story; it only really began on August 2, 2017. But there was a preface, of course. The story couldn’t exist without a preface, and there’s no way to understand the story without the preface. I like to say that the story begins on August 2, because that’s neat and simple. The preface is harder.
I am logical. When there is a problem, I look for the cause, and then I look for a solution.
Picture this: your world has just been shattered. And you did not see it coming.
Well, maybe you kind of did.