"I have left too many casualties along the trail of this shattered dream to be blind to the impossibility of escape. I have betrayed my own flesh and blood until it became a habit. I buried secrets so deep within the catacombs of my heart, vowing that nothing but death and the Creator would exhume them." From the opening page of A Voluntary Crucifixion. https://www.guernicaeditions.com/titl...
When I walked out the door of my home two blocks up from the silty mouth of the Fraser River, I thought I was leaving for 12 months. Forty years later, and I still see a fresco of that moment in the mind's eye - my family waving goodbye, and me leaving for the unknown - more shite than you can shake a stick at, some moments of sublime ruination and others of exaltation. I'll never see the dirty docks of that city again, but in a way, I'd like to return to those who loved me, and maybe even those who didn't...maybe that's what I was trying to say...