Even if i were to start this like so it doesn't necessarily mean it was intended. I mean, accidents happen and everything is open to interpretation. I mean one persons truth is another's out and out lie. Who really decides? Moral character is of course a factor but with regard to my present and past track record, well lets just say my truths would be ubiquitous at best. But hey its my story so fuck off if you don't want to read it. For every pretentious asshole out in the big bad world there's a troglodyte just waiting to bash him over the head with something blunt. Sinners prosper, angels fall and history is and always will be, open to interpretation.
l'inconscio cosciente (chapter 1)
-daniel raven