I'm alive

I'm alive...lots has happened, and is still happening. Memory is a bit fuzzy,, but I gotta get this documented, I gotta get this on the internet so there's a record of everything thats going on in this city.

Its my city too, the crime bosses and other entities, doling out suffering like beads during Mardi Gras.

I'm back, and I'm not going anywhere, and it looks like they can't kill me either.

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Why I do this

I have no idea if anyone will ever read this. I don't know if anyone wqill even care. But it's important to me to get this out there. To put the message in the bottle, and hope someone reads it.

I was once a man named Jack McGee, but that man is dead now. He was killed along with his wife a baby daughter 7yrs ago. The man writing this blog, is whats left of Jack McGee. I'm kinda like a ghost of what I once was.

The day my life ended, wasn't a good one from the start. My wife and I argued over how much rent was too much to live in Manhattan. And my daughter of 4 yrs old, had just broken my laptop, by pulling it to the ground by its power cord.

That was the morning, of the last day of my life.

I'm not going to go into what happened, or how they died. If you live in NYC you know how dangerous and beautiful this city can be. Yet even though we're watched over by men and women, as close to gods as human beings (and not so human) get, bad stuff happens to good people, and I guess it was my turn.

A year later I started, what my friends, in-laws, parents, and shrinks call, a quixotic crusade. After I looked up the word, I agreed, but only in that its a crusade. And I'm not stopping until I slay my particular dragon.

So, whatever I find out, whatever new lead or information I get, I'll put it here. Just in case something happens to me, or I disappear, or to track my fall into madness. It'll be all here, for anyone to read.

...if anyone even reads it.