As I Would Tell It

Prologue

A short warning to any of my readers; the book is not for the faint of heart. Or, perhaps it is: I honestly never knew what that phrase meant. I am not a smart man, but then again I am also not many things. I wrote this book as a sort of therapy for myself; not wanting to spend money on a therapist, I wrote this in a sort of hope that I might discover something about myself that led me to my wretched life. I am a rich man, but I am not a philanthropist. I am a powerful man, but I am apathetic about the world. I am a passionate man, but the only acts of passion I've ever commited were out of revenge and spite. My life (apparently) is a somewhat interesting story, so I thought I might as well publish it somewhere for someone better than me to learn from it and not throw their life away into the world of bureaucracy and mass quantities of alchohol.