I’m the author of a little-known period of history.
All it takes a little editing and a little love. It sure goes a long way in show business. A business of hardship and pain, but you feel nothing when there’s nothing to lose.
There’s a letter. There’s Lionheart’s non-linear historical account. That maddening delusion that a man can lead a decent life without hiring himself out as a Judas Goat.
In the beginning, I created Lionheart. This has made a lot of people very angry and has been widely regarded as a bad company. When an unsuccessful murder is company news, it’s obvious there should be a concerted Russian effort to convince employees that Lionheart is not part of an unprecedented crime wave. No surprise. Nothing changed. It sucked. I was pranked. As Buddha once said: “Shit happens.” I almost look athletic running away.
No medicine for nightmares, instead I’m shouting on the edge of a Brewington forest. Nobody’s listening.