I’ve got a story…Well, actually, I think everyone does, just not everyone wants to talk about it.

And it’s not necessarily that I want to talk about mine…But I kinda need to. I need to let someone in besides the scars and the heartache and the drugs and the cigarettes.

It needs to come out in words…They’re not much, but they’re all I’ve got. They’re always all I’ve got.

Anyway, like I said, I’ve got a story. A story that needs to be told and a story that needs to be heard, and I can only do half of that. That’s where you come in.

If it falls upon deaf ears, that’s great, but at least I fucking tried.

Ugh…I could win an award for getting off subject. Let’s just get to the basics.

My name is Rayne and, like I said, I’ve got a story to tell.

And, like all good stories, it’s got the same beginning.

I met this guy…