Written In Blood

     I am a reinvention.  Life can be like that.  I had a couple of strokes and my memory is full of ghosts and black holes.  Yet, some things are crystal clear as a pristine blue sky.

     I know I was once a poet and a children’s book writer.  Those skills have not abandoned me, just the memories of what the Hell I wrote.  I am still working on piecing together my Swiss cheese past, but mostly I am writing myself back into existence.

     There are no holes in my encounters with Bigfoot.  I have met Bigfoot many more times than once.  He is my Guardian, my concrete island on which I stand.  One can’t compromise with truth, to do so is paramount to spiritual and mental suicide.  I am not suicidal, just the opposite in fact, I plan to make it a lot further than most.

Richard Rensberry, author