Today, we met.
That was ten years ago. Or, it will be by the time you read this. Where will I be?
If you’re reading this, it’s because I’m not around anymore. That’s the agreement I made with my lawyer. I can’t fight what Roger will do — or have done — when I’m off the scene. But maybe I can repair things. Maybe fill in the blanks.
You’re easier to like than they know. If things keep going in the direction they are, now, you may not believe that. But what they’re doing is blaming you for their own faults. Great. They’re God, you’re Adam, and I’ve got an orchard.
Why am I doing this? Maybe it’s just paying my regards to a fellow convict. I’ll tell you more. You’ll hear a lot of bull from me, but I’ll never lie.