“My forehead leaned against the damp windowpane, beaded with condensation from the cool, early-October night pressing up against it like a heavy conscience.”

Sure, you’d think something like that would be hard to forget, but damn, it all fades so fast. You see, I need to remember. I need to write it down. I need to record it. Just in case. And maybe, just maybe, in the telling, and the asking; the reliving of the pain of that Fall, I’ll remember what keeps me up nights.

^{Written & Narrated by L.R. McDonald
Reading: Chapter 1 from The Preacher, the Fisherman, and the Cahaba
Intro music: Independence Day Eve by Benjamin Bostick
Background music: Star of County Down by Jonathan Greer
Exit music: Grey Shadow by Adrian Berenguer}