What you're about to hear is based on actual events.

Listener discretion is advised.

The house is blissfully quiet.

The children at school.

The soon-to-be-ex-wife out-collecting groceries.

When he, Robert Spangler, can finally enjoy a single fucking moment alone.

His life has become overwhelming as of late.

And it was now crystal clear that something had to be done.

Clear is the rivers and the skies of his childhood.

Clear is the air that he'd suck deep on the mountain tops.

Learning as though he could climb twice, three times as high, with its rejuvenating power.

Clear as the eyes of that boy he'd killed as a youth.

That bright-eyed boy with a future and the hopes and the dreams.

He'd taken it all away from that boy because he'd wanted to know that anything was possible.

But he could do anything he wanted in life if he was decisive.

So he had.

And he'd believed it to be the beginning of an existence that he'd always control.

Believed it all that way.

Deep into this trap.

He'd killed that boy.

And for what?

So he could go on and live like a simpleton.

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