Red Soils
The Life and Times of 理查德卡森
This is a real story. It is a reflection in the mirror of my life. And as the author, I can bend reality and time to my desire. All writers and all humans do this to rationalize their existence. This started out as a fictional story about a death in the city of Oregon City. It was based on a real incident where a man shot himself in a field where I used to eat my lunch. OK, bad metaphor. Oregon City was a dark place. Much worse happened there. There was this strange place near Abernathy Creek that always gave me the creeps and year later I found out why.
But the truth is that reality caught up with me, and the strange stories no longer mattered to me. Reality is worse and it is better.I am always the writer and the narrator of the story. I should have never learned to read the Internet code or to play the IRC role games. But I digress. I decided writing a novel was boring and no one would read it. So I wrote this.There are a few who define my life. And they are are dead and they are living. And I value the the living more than the dead only because I am alive and can talk to them. You know who you are. Time will tell if we will all meet again in the afterlife. At some point, this stopped being a fiction and it became a real story of a real man. I have left behind the dedication. But there is something you should know. This story is more than a ruse. Admiditly is is a I Spy and Where's Waldo game. But I left it for the inquisitive and for the children.In my life I have had five daughters, three sons, a granddaugther and a grandson and in the end two dead children. I left the key to one of them. You are welcome here, even if you are the univited. Favored son
Turn in the garden
Shades of one
Sins forgotten
Favored signs to find hope
In the rounds of life
Favored rhymes to find hope
In the sands of life
Favored son
Fence in your heart
Saviored son
Sins forgotten
