Prologue: Death Of The Written Story.(Revision 1) Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

When the body is crumbling, what do you do? When death is mere seconds away what are you final thoughts? Time the mental obsession. Bullshit the ultimate history lesson.
Facts and lies forever intertwined.

My name is Robert how I got to this moment is a long and interesting story. Facing a loaded gun, my thoughts are how decide what and where is the beginning exactly, a lifetime captured with the written word. If only that was even possible. It's not. It's snapshots at the very best, but still I'll try as I am about die.

A rough child hood, a beautiful woman to lead you astray, a little drama, a couple kids, a drinking habit that just won't quit. Picking one last fight and biting off more then you can chew. Yep that definitely isn't it but sounds good, wish it was that simple, that plain, that ordinary. But their is no such thing, atleast not my life. Complicated is the understatement of the year.
And this an official welcome to my life.

I know what you're thinking, yes I have the ability to read minds. Just kidding or am I?
When he speaks of a loaded gun, is he being literal or metaphorical. That's a damn good questions, but that take the fun out of it. Everybody loves a good mystery. Well maybe not everyone, but I certainly do if that counts for anything.