Sunday, November 13, 2011
Let Me Tell You A Little Story...
So where to begin? Why at the beginning of course. I started working for the Department of Corrections in the mid-90's. (Wow, what a name, now that I think about it. If anything needed correction, it was surely this department.) I guess I started going mad in the mid-2000's, and by 2010 was ready to commit the perfect crime. McMullen approached me one day, and out of the clear blue asked me if I would help him escape. Of course, my first reaction was that he was kidding. We'd known each other for some fifteen years at the time and, an off-hand joke or jab at the system by either one of us was not uncommon. But when he asked me the next day, and the day after that, well, I knew something was up, something serious.
Now you may be wondering if this is all being written in past or future tense? Hell if I know. It happened. I'm here. Or maybe it will happen. In which case, I'll still be here. I guess madness does have its advantages.