Something died inside of him that day. Watching that man slip away was more than his mind was willing to handle.

Paint the man, cut the lines, cut the flesh, watch the blood spill – let it come!

If I sleep – will I wake from this nightmare? If not, I pray my heavenly Father will take me in my sleep.

There is no shame in using a parasol in the desert. As it happens, it's imperative to your survival!

One last thing, a shadow is following you. It's a living nightmare – breaking down reality. I have tried everything and there is no way to fight back. You need to escape it as long as you can.