When I say madman, what image comes to mind? A raving lunatic, frothing at the mouth and bound in a straightjacket while kept drugged and locked up in some small padded room? Ladies and gentleman, you are almost totally wrong. I am not restrained and my oral hygiene is impeccable, if I do say so my self. However I am in a veer small room. They even allow me access, restricted though it may be, to the Internet; which is why you are reading this. I have chosen this man's profile, one Sean Kelly, as the perfect spot for my…memoirs if you will. But I believe an introduction is in order.
My name is Emile Arrique, graduate of Argosy University of Santa Ana with a Masters in Forensic Sciences and a Bachelor's in Psychology. And I am a madman. When I graduated, I started my own private detective firm in Akron, Ohio. Hokey, I know, but it satisfied my needs. As of this date, New Years Eve, 2006, I am a resident of picturesque Longview Asylum in Cincinnati, Ohio. 'Why am I here', you ask? Well in the coming days/weeks/months/years (who knows, I may never be able to leave. And if I can, will I really want to?) I will endeavor to write as much as I can, or want to, remember about the events leading up to incarceration in this husk of a structure.
'Why Sean Kelly' then? Well, to put it simply, I know his password an he, in all likelihood, will not notice and old friend is making himself known again. Which leads nicely into the story of my life. A year or two ago, a young man, he looked, I think, nineteen or twenty with copper colored hair, yes, I remember his hair vividly, walked into my office looking sleep-deprived. He told me a sgory about how his brother, Flint I believe, who was a manager or a supervisor, or sone such thing, at a small local bank in Chesterland, I had never heard of the town, had, quite out of the blue, disappeared and left a ransacked bank building and an empty office safe. The local police, it seemed, had deemed it a base robvery but young Sean believed his brother to be above such a scam. He also was puzzled at the prezence of a few peeses of evidense, he would not go into details, that had not addeded up. He wanted me to go to Shesterlan and enfesticate for myself and to find Flint, if possble. Az bizzness had been slow, I took the jov. Gut wat that job rilly consisted of sill have to wait for tomorrow perhaps, my nerves seem to be failing me.