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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five

Mr. Jack - Chapter Three

	My whole life I've wanted to wake up in some place
other than where I was. Where? I had no idea other than,
not here. I spent a lifetime of fuck-ups trying to get
there. It seemed the closer I'd get, the further away I'd
be. And now I'm standing a few feet from where I stood nine
months ago, in the same shoes, picking up the pieces. I'd
been there and back and I'm still looking.
	I went back to Jimmy's to cleaned up proper and while
I shit, shaved and showered, Jimmy found a drop cloth in
the basement for me to sleep on until I found a bed. Back
upstairs, I spread it out on one side of the room. As it
unfolded, the patterns of the paint stains began to look
familiar and I recognized it as the drop cloth I left
behind. It was the only piece of canvas I'd put paint on
that survived. I took of it as a good omen.
	It was early but I tried to sleep. I rolled up a
couple of shirts and put them under my head for a pillow. I
lay there a few minutes with my eyes closed but I was too
wired to sleep and my mind raced. I'd have to get drunk first.
	On my way out, I stopped for a moment in front of my
old studio and looked at my door. This was my door.

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