intertwining truth and lies..

[Andrei McQueen]

This is not a journal, well, not directly....

These are dreams. These are realities. These are stories that float inside my mind. These are the colorful rainbow spur that bursts out the back of my head or dribbles down my chin when I have the barrel in my mouth and pull the trigger.

These are bitter stories. These are sweet stories. These are realizations of my life.

Can you draw the line where the fact meets fiction?

Care to have a piece of my mind?

Get ready to be entertained...

[Andrei McQueen]

It is the thirteenth of October, a quarter before five in the morning and I’m waiting for Christian’s car to park by the end of the block. I just finished packing my things and left a letter on my bed.

It has been three days since the ground shook and I watched you disappear; you held me then with complete knowledge that this would happen, that you would be pulled into a void and that I would try to find you. Your voice still rings inside my head with the last words you spoke to me, you told me to look for Christian, that he knows what to do. I did, and I’m here, awestruck.

Who knew the boy, who never thought of putting his life in danger, would be found otherwise. I still couldn’t believe I am doing this.

I skimmed through your notebook, Christian gave me. I couldn’t believe the stories you told me are real. I don’t know if I can do this, but I will. I have to find you.