If You Talk Too Much My Head Will Explode

"I don't want you to try and save me / no, I don't want you at all" - People in Planes

Consider this a rough draft. Consider this a forward if you will. Consider this a warning. I am not Richard, I am McCready. If Richard continues writing down every little happening and manages to form it into a coherent vision...well, good for him. But, if he does, you will be hearing an awful lot about me. Undoubtedly some of it will be untrue or exaggerated. For instance, it's not true that I hate human beings. I do like some of them. The few who are truly awake. It's also not true that I am a demon or a fallen angel or any nonsense like that. And I never once burned an entire town and all that lived within it to the ground. I let all the animals go. Cows, chickens, and pigs are for eating. Dogs and cats are pleasant company. People are vacant, mad husks of formal potential that do little more than clutter up the landscape. And I do not understand where Richard got the idea that I am a cowboy! I have never been any such thing - in any life! Read on if you care to. His rambling prose will soon follow with dreadful attempts at literary competency. It probably will not even be in a sensible order. Organization eludes him. If you wish to query me about some of what you will learn, by all means, ask. I have the time, believe me.