Prologue
I stand here at the edge of a small creek tossing stones into the stream. It is peaceful here, unlike the places I have been much of my life. The location I can not disclose because I am still wanted by almost every law official in the great United States. I will have to be on the move soon because they will find me after this book is published. I finished writing these pages you are reading about a couple of months ago, while here in my hidden retreat. My perspective needed to be told. People had heard just what the media and the government wanted them to hear. The half-truths were running rampant. I only wanted the public to know the way things really happened to me. That is all I know, me. I want the public to know how I fell from the grace of normal citizenship five years ago.
One might wonder, how does one fall so? Does the slippery slope theory apply here? The answers are not easy. They are not black and white, right or wrong. Life is life. There are no set paths, just paths. Sometime, during the golden era of Hollywood, it was decided that there had to be a “good guy” and a “bad guy,” “white hat” or “black hat.” Even English, taught in school, follows suit with a protagonist and an antagonist of a written story. This society’s need to label things whether it is people, places, objects, animals, or events is ridiculous. There are no labels. Labels are judgements. There are no judgements. There are just descriptions. There are just stories. This is mine.
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