“I’ll never be as loved as I was when I was pregnant, but I don’t want to bear the thought of losing another life from inside me. I’m done.”
That night, I had a nightmare I can’t forget to this day.
As the story goes, if you look Old Jim in the eyes, he’ll come to your cell and kill you. More than one inmate had been found mutilated in their cell over the years. Even with the cameras in place, there was no evidence that anyone had been in the cell aside from the victim.
The headline read, “The River Wolf Strikes Again.” As with the other victims, a body was found in the Ohio River. The throat had been torn out and the arms and hands showed lacerations consistent with defensive wounds.
“There is no one who loves pain itself, who seeks after it and wants to have it, simply because it is pain…”
Ever heard of Elsewhere, Kentucky? I thought not.
I had been riding with no particular destination for about a week when I rolled into a town called Rozet, Wyoming: Population 25.
“Just where do you think you’re going Devil!?!”
Due to a series of unfortunate circumstances — for reasons I do not care to discuss at this time — I ended up at a juvenile mental health facility in San Marcos, TX on April 16, 1996.
I could barely focus on anything. After forcing myself through my morning routine, I ended calling a cab and headed over to the doctor’s office.