The Story of Me can be found in the stories I’ve written. Yes, there are facts, figures, and newspaper clippings of mysterious figures with glowing red eyes standing in the woods along the shores of Lake Huron.
All of which could be used to tell the story of “Eddie Maciorowski”
Non of which would tell you much about me.
Why I traveled the world in pursuit of a lofty ideal.
How that ideal fell to the earth like a fat man in Paris fell from a seventh story window.
Why I am now pursued by a bald man with a glass eye or a short woman with a peg leg and sharpened teeth.
But in my stories I’ve coded a message.
All you need to do is watch the shadows.
And keep reading.