Chapter 1 : The Possibilities.

The muggy air has turned to rain. I wrap my purple raincoat closer to my wasted body and consider the possiblities: you could read this as you drink your morning coffee at work, as you eat your simple dinner in your simple white-bread house, as you settle in for a late-night read before you turn out the light by your bedside. My bones are disintegrating under my thin skin and you are probably, right now, making love to your beautiful wife’s whole body. Her whole body. Not less than a whole person, like me. I clench my once plump knuckles into tiny fists like a child. You could read this and realize you have made the biggest mistake of your life. I write this as I am dying.