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The last thing I remember is excruciating pain. Streaks of artificial light from the streets of Los Angeles against the murky sky had blinded my drunken, glossy eyes, and the countless shards of glass had decorated my skin in thick streams of crimson. I also recall the sickening thud of my body colliding with the weathered, lukewarm asphalt. Limp and unresponsive to the calls for help and commands to keep my eyes open and stay awake just a little longer, the woman who cradled my bleeding head in her arms knew, even as she laughed miserably at some horrible joke I cracked, that I was as good as gone.

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Beatrice Illingworth. We hadn’t filed for the papers yet, but I knew better than to call her my wife. Our marriage had just barely scraped past its tenth anniversary when everything came to a screeching, rocky halt. I was a flimsy shadow of a man in the later years, one who replaced his spine and every nerve in his body with liquid courage the darker the sky grew. Mistakes were made, and the 2-inch fake eyelashes, the long auburn locks of hair…I realized far too late in my whiskey-laden spell that...