I can't remember What's going on the ground? Anywhere I turn around, Real lies, in abound Real lies, all around With this agony, This pain in my brain I am leading nowhere, in a vain Where miseries only rain Enraged to be in this maze As I grow and I age With a bed Where lies are only fed Hoping that The world will soon turn around As I look for the truth in abound Where Lies will no longer be fed But will fade Where Miseries will no longer rain But will be drained
#StolenValor I am proud to announce that the next script is well on its way to creation. Excited to complete the first draft soon. It starts off simple enough. A casual mention of military service. And, oh, by the way, a Purple Heart and a few other honors earned. How can you not trust a man/woman who served his/her country so gallantly? From there, confidence builds, one-story weaves into even more glorious tales until, at some point, the fabrication is woven so tightly you begin to suspect... How can one person achieve so much in such a short time? It's almost too good to be true.