My name is James Musgrove.
Most of you who know me are familiar with the broad strokes of this oft-teased tale, but I figured it was time to cast off the curtain and reveal all of the sordid details behind what is easily the most bizarre and upsetting 5-6 month period of my life. I'm not sure of how long I was actually there for, but days tended to blur together. In the coming weeks I'll be slowly piecing together my memories of a time when I found myself taken in by the Ennis family. Having suddenly found myself homeless, and having known the eldest son, Rick "Santiago" Ennis for quite some time, I was quickly invited to rent a room for (what I believed would be) a fair sum. Everything started out okay more or less, but things quickly devolved into a maelstrom of lies, crime, drugs, danger, and depression.
My name is James Musgrove. And for a little while, I lived in Fort Washington....
Wow. ANd here I bitch about comic book writers and artists being late....
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