Prologue
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This is the story of my death…
Or maybe it’s the story of my life. Hard to tell the difference since we’re all barreling toward an inevitable end. From the moment of conception, our cells continue to split until eventually the little building blocks of life no longer perform their function.
To live is to die.
Who said that? Some great philosopher? Some melancholy poet?
Nah. Pretty sure it was Metallica.
Funny. You never think of metalheads as succinct. Then again, when you’re headbanging and screaming at the top of your lungs, it behooves you to get to the damned point.
Take it from me. I know what it’s like to have the ol’ gray matter scrambled.
But I digress…
This is my story.
Although, on second thought, maybe it’sourstory. A story of love. My love, her love, and his love. Her being Magnolia May Carter, the sweetest girl in all of Orleans Parish. Him being Lucien “Luc” Dubois, my best friend, my brother by something stronger than blood. My brother bychoice.
Want to warn you right now, it’s a tragic tale. Not all of it, of course. There are moments of incandescent joy. Still, it’s tragic. Or maybe that’s only frommyperspective. Since it’s also triumphant from my perspective, well…
Guess you’ll have to make up your own mind what it is. If you have the courage to keep reading.
