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Quick apology to and English majors reading this. This is a one take, quick edit review before I post. The tour of mind palace now in the past, the once powerful Super Hero stares back at the palace into a specific window high on the wall on the northern wing of the palace. On the other side of the window, Failman stands stoically sipping on one of the Super Hero’s best casks of bourbon, staring back down at the Super Hero with disgust. He knows what he must do. He knows that in order to fully control the power of the mind palace and be able to access all of its rooms, he must destroy the Super Hero and take his essence. Failman knows, however, that to perform this deed he must be deliberate in his actions. Otherwise, the Super Hero will return, and Failman does not want that. Failman will be the master of the mind palace and bend it to his will. Below in the depths of the palace in a prison cell, the demon smiles. Failman takes a long enjoyable sip of his drink, and sets down t...

I’ve contemplated writing this now for a couple of months, if not my entire life. Even now, the fear of what I am about to write envelops me like a prickly blanket, its warmth compelling me not to do it. But I have been wanting to answer the questions that many who have met me have asked either out loud to others or quietly deep within their subconscious in that little space that sometimes escapes them as a part of their thoughts. What is that question? “What is with that guy?” For those who know me and read this, and are wondering what I am talking about, just know that I am about to give you a tour of the entryway into my psyche in the best way that I know how, which is in written form. For those who don’t know me and read this, I am about to give you a tour into the psyche of a tortured soul in hopes that at least one of you will use this as a lesson to avoid this trip to Hotel California, and work your ass off to find the love of yourself within yourself, and ask for the needed...