Life only offers so many chances. At the age of thirty-five, Nick Carter realizes that he may be on his last.
It's time to make it count.
(Written in 2012)
I'm starting this book, knowing I'll never finish it. Hell, I'll probably never write it. I know who will, and I'm alright with that. That's why I had him promise to me that he'd do it. And he will, for me. But I know he'll include this note I'm writing, a lead in to the story I want the world to know.
I'm fading now. Fading away no matter how much I freaking fight it. I'm fighting like hell to hold on. But it's getting harder and harder with each damn day. Soon, I'll be gone; leaving nothing behind that even resembles who I am. It's killing me to know what my future holds, and I'm going to admit it, I'm scared beyond anything I've ever imagined.
So remember me as I was, and not for what I'll become.
Remember how I lived, not how I'll die.
Remember me this way.
That's all I ask.
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