xanbook
My name is Jackson. I live in Saint Louis, twelve years after "The Big Bang", as I like to call it. It sounds better than the apocalypse, or the nuclear war. Now, unless I am willing to take a five-hundred mile hike, I am cut off completely from people, from community, from humanity. At least, thats what I thought. I can't go on, I'm in a bit of a pickle now. It's over for me, the end.