That's a song name. A hell of a song too.

Anywhom, I'm not Julie or Make or even Louis. To be clear, I'm the author.

So you finished my book. Good job. Did you throw up? Cry? I hope so. Not because of my natural desire to watch the world brun, simply because that would make me a good author.

That was the biggest plot twist I've ever written. Not about Julie or what happened with Louis in the end, but Mark.

Besides the point, how about that gray Volvo huh?

What scares me most was the fact that I named two guns for Mark without looking them up. I've never shot a gun. Never touched a gun. I remembered two types of guns from a couple years ago, when watching a documentary about weapons.

Scary thing is that this isn't even close to how weird I can be.

But, I should probably a dress the big question. Am I going to publish my book?

Hell yeah! But it will be seriously different. Seriously, really different. I'm planning out taking out the whole drug thing (simply because I can't stand saying syringe over and over) and adding more characters.

And that's it. I'm done. Finished. Wow.