Part 1
All of this is true. I swear to hell. I found this site and knew I needed to type out my life's story before time ran out. And, sooner than you think, time will run out. I'm going to die soon, and I'm okay with that. For now, I'm just gonna help myself to whatever I can. So listen to me. This is a true story. If you don't believe me, that's fine. I don't care. I hope at least one does. If you just want to read this for pure enjoyment, that's okay, too. I could really care less. I just want the peace of mind that somebody out there knows my secret.
By the way, none of these names are real. I've made them up to keep their users safe. At least they won't suffer. Even my name I'll conceal. I will mention no town, no nothing. This is important. The names are not real. So don't go looking around for a Bobby Smith. He doesn't exist.
So, where should I start?
Oh, I know. How about where it all began?
And it began in a gym.
Playing volleyball.