| Author: | Robert Townsend | ISBN: | 9781310829796 |
| Publisher: | Robert Townsend | Publication: | January 25, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Robert Townsend |
| ISBN: | 9781310829796 |
| Publisher: | Robert Townsend |
| Publication: | January 25, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
Where were you and what were you doing during the summer and autumn of '84? I will try to tell my story as accurately as I can remember, with all the important and relevant events included and described. Make of it what you will, for I'm darned if I can make much sense of it. How did it happen? Why did it happen? And, much more importantly, why did it have to stop happening? For this is the story of an obsession you see. The true story of an obsession; with someone, and the things we did together. It depends on your point of view I suppose as to whether an obsession is a good thing or a bad thing. But one thing is for certain; you never forget. I feel like some scholar of ancient history, stuck in some interminable dark age, with the silence only being broken by the tapping of my computer keyboard as I labour into the night. So come with me as I journey back in time, back to my memories I shall go, back to when fantasy and reality were one and the same, back to a series of incredible events, back to a wild outrageous time.....
Where were you and what were you doing during the summer and autumn of '84? I will try to tell my story as accurately as I can remember, with all the important and relevant events included and described. Make of it what you will, for I'm darned if I can make much sense of it. How did it happen? Why did it happen? And, much more importantly, why did it have to stop happening? For this is the story of an obsession you see. The true story of an obsession; with someone, and the things we did together. It depends on your point of view I suppose as to whether an obsession is a good thing or a bad thing. But one thing is for certain; you never forget. I feel like some scholar of ancient history, stuck in some interminable dark age, with the silence only being broken by the tapping of my computer keyboard as I labour into the night. So come with me as I journey back in time, back to my memories I shall go, back to when fantasy and reality were one and the same, back to a series of incredible events, back to a wild outrageous time.....
