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It's not like this is the first time this has happened. I've seen shit like this before. It's just that, well.. when it happens to yourself, it's different. I guess that's acceptable. I guess it's acceptable to be a little shocked after this. To find oneself in a state of severe disbelief.
But.. god damn! I've arranged festivals similar to this one for almost a decade now. Every morning I wake up, I think about these things. I go to work, do my job, come back home, kiss my wife (peace on her soul), eat dinner, take a nap, have sex with my daughter, watch Law & Order, have a glass of wine, chat, go to bed, have sex with my wife, fall asleep and dream. During all of this, I'm thinking about the things that I do, have done for eight and a half years. Every minute, subconsciously. But still I wasn't prepared to face what awaited in the bedroom yesterday. I should have been, but I wasn't.
Fuck.
So you want to hear this? This one is not for the kids. This is not the type of shit I would say out loud in a kindergarten. I'm a good man like that, you know. But I know you're dying to hear, and since I started, and since we're not in a kindergarten, then I might as well tell you the rest of it. Fuck it. I'll start from the beginning. This is the life and deeds of Donald Mace.