These notes were my first attempt at writing something big. I didn't know what the hell I was doing, traveling around America like a vagabond. I got stuck in my own head in Colorado Springs, Denver and Fountain, Colorado. Staying with friends, these ups and downs were of my own making. Everything I did was for the writing of these notes, and nobody knew what to make of it. Not even me. This was the precursor to the trilogy, which I'd later go on to write. The rebirth of everything. Insanity. Bad debts. Broken relationships. Drugs. I was just starting out, learning how to be a writer...