<p>I want to get back to my regularly scheduled programming. I miss writing for y'all and now that we got the kinks worked out with the blog (with the exception of complete archives and title which we're working on, and by we I mean Court and his minions) I'm ready to continue doing my thing. Whatever the hell it is. </p>
<p><em>Well this has been fun, hasn't it? I feel y'all know way too much about my early writing at this point. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I felt stupid for posting it. </em></p><p>EPILOGUE</p><p>Mary Strothmire gave birth to a boy named Alan Durbin, who has a fantastic combination of red hair and freckles.</p>
<p>Chapter 21</p><p>"Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death."</p><p> T.S. Eliot, Ash Wednesday</p><p>Sunday, December 31, 1999</p><p> </p><p>Ethan heard a pounding on his sliding glass door. He and Deborah, dressed for a night on the town, rose from the couch.</p>
<p>Chapter 20</p><p>Wednesday, August 10, 1999</p>
<p>Chapter 19</p><p>All truths that are kept silent become poisonous.</p><p> -Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra, 1883-5 </p><p>Tuesday, June 9, 1999</p><p>Jim Phelps awoke to a pounding on his hollow, bedroom door. He wrapped a sheet around his naked body as the door opened.</p>
<p>Chapter 18</p><p>Sunday, June 7, 1999</p><p>Ethan and Deborah awoke to their ten AM wake up call.</p><p>"Uh huh, thanks," said Deborah into the phone.</p><p>"Glad we got a single room," said Ethan. "After all that wild sex, Mrs. Passed the Fuck Out."</p><p>"Hey, it was fun," she said.</p><p>They gathered their stuff quickly.</p>
<p>Chapter 17</p><p>Saturday, June 6, 1999 </p><p> </p><p>Ethan and Deborah walked into the graduation ceremony holding hands. </p>
<p><em>Not for nothing, but here is what the professor wrote after reading this chapter: "Nathan, I find it interesting that you symbolize innocence in this character through vandalism. And it's believable."</em></p><p><em>This chapter was fun.</em></p><p> </p><p>Chapter 16</p><p>"Sometimes the smartest decision is the most ridiculous notion."</p>
<p>Chapter 15</p><p>Friday, April 30, 1999</p><p>"Wake up, Ethan," I had a dream.</p><p>Ethan turned his head and saw Brian Sun Easlon holding a catchers mitt and a baseball in the lit hallway.</p><p>"Huh?" asked Ethan, half-asleep in an empty bed.</p><p>"Eat a quick breakfast and let's go!"</p>
<p>Chapter 14</p><p>Thursday, April 28, 1999</p><p>Ethan Lee awoke of his own accord at five in the morning. Lulu had not been around in days and he wondered where she'd been as he watched the county awaken from his porch top view.</p>
<p>Chapter 13</p><p>Wednesday, April 28, 1999</p><p>School was different for Ethan Lee that day. A sad hush had fallen over everyone. Police had arrived in droves and interrogated everyone as to the coffee pot exploits of Atwood Nash (of course, only Ethan Lee and Atwood Nash actually knew the creator of the coffee pot exploits). </p>
<p>Chapter 12</p><p>A man's dying is more the survivors' affair than his own. -Thomas Mann, The Magic Mountain, 1924</p><p>Tuesday, April 27, 1999</p>