Don't Throw Schizos Under The Bus
It blew me away. Ray suffered. He wasn't my better half, but I couldn't live without him. I didn't divinely choose to throw Ray McFadden under the bus. The anti-hero just fell in love with the wrong things. Fucker didn't wear plaid and he wasn't a piece of shit, but this dark fiction hurt. It keeps replaying in my mind. All the revisions to get it right.
What's worse, I saw myself through Ray's eyes and it hurt. But what a ride.