Several months ago my father died. The world spun into a new dimension and I was thrown helter skelter into a place that time forgot. It is a time born long before I was a twinkle in someone’s eye. It is a time of darkness and sorrow and pain. It is a place that was waiting for me to enter my childhood years so it could try to overtake me. It has been a place I was able to escape from and remain free of for about ten years. This dark and angry place is called the Golden Days of Mae.
With the passing of my father I was thrown back in to the golden days of Mae. Foolishly I thought those times had passed. They had taken on a new look hidden behind a new mask…dressed in a facade so believable I was duped. Now I am trapped and struggling against the dark swirling abyss that wraps new and different webbed fingers around my soul each day. The Days of Mae are bright and sunny with a thick layer of green bile and black vomit underneath. Welcome to my world. Welcome to the Golden Days of Mae.
Everything here is real. The names have been changed and places altered to protect the innocent. Grab a chair, sit back. You will be horrified.
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