On hold for the moment. Life happened and a tree fell on our house. I removed the tree myself!
It's August 26th and I hope to be back on "One Witness" this week,
"The Witness". Lazarus is getting back to work after the intense week spent bringing down a Mexican Drug Cartel, with some help from the U.S. and Mexican Governments.
While completing a contract in London, the past catches up to someone close to him. A story never shared about a night years in the past.
This time, Lazarus is caught in the middle as himself. How can he deal with the threat when Interpol and the FBI are involved?
There is one way. An option Lazarus hoped to never use. The risk is immense, and there is a lot on the line. The Chameleon must handle the unexpected with law enforcement all around, and not get caught between identities.
This is something I have struggled with sharing since January 6, 1992. That was the nigh that changed me forever; the night I SHOULD have died and didn't, at least not physically. Some call it an attempted suicide. I don't. I call it surviving suicide. It was no cry for help. It wasn't born in depressions. I wasn't afraid of living. I certainly wasn't afraid of dying. I had every intention of dying, and the means to accomplish my goal.
I've heard people say time and again, "Suicide is the coward's way out," or "Suicide is the most selfish action anyone can take." Of course. they probably don't know the taste of gun oil on the barrel of a Taurus 9MM. I doubt they've ever pulled the trigger. I am positive they never heard the hammer hit the firing pin. I have. That's the story I've never told - nor the story of the abuse by a priest that I carry the blame for and shame of to this very day. Recent events in Pennsylvania brought it back again in all it's sordid glory.
I am done being a victim. I am done protecting the reputation of a dead man who stole my faith from me. A man I had to look in the eyes at my father's funeral. I wanted to kill him then and there. Even though I've never told him, my brother Steve stopped me. I know he doesn't know it; at least I believe he doesn't. Maybe he knew more than I thought, or maybe it was just pure instinct to protect his brother. Either way, I will thank him.
This book will come fast and furious when I finally begin. I won't be able to stop or I'll never have the courage to do it again.
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