Fern and I enjoy to write stories in which the line before is a mystery to us. They end up so random and funny that we start rolling on the floor in uncontrollable fits of laughter. For Example: I will write a line, cover it up, and pass it to Fern, and only tell her the last word. From that she will write a sentence...
This is a book of deaths that i have written myself, of tributes and others. I hope you like it!
My whole life. All ruined by something my parents did years before I was born. We have to get out of here.