The next chapter is up: Chapter Two.
And just to clarify, since a couple of you guys sent emails around it, this isn't autobiographical. It isn't a memoir. It's based on things I know - NYC, bartending, psychic stuff, meltdowns on the way to Waking Up, cops, consuming enormous amounts of liquor in pursuit of a good time. But it didn't occur in the real world. There is no Scooter, no Elle. Though I know these people from inside of my mind. To me, they're alive. Maybe to you, too, once you begin to submerge . . .
It's a story. A ride.
I hope you enjoy it . . .