Off to a slow start...a few home issues needed attending to.

Murphy Fiftien is coming into focus, however, and his stories will slowly begin to flow. Haven't explored my darker side in many years, so this should be disturbing and hopefully entertaining...

But for now....sleep...if for only a few hours...

--Murphy15.

"The first couple of weeks were the most Hellish...and I became privy to scenes that no one should have to lay witness to...but after a while, I began to understand...we all did." I looked to my close friend and put my paw on the stained black and gray leather. My gaze was warning enough for the human being, but I gave her my disclaimer anyway: "The stories within this journal are real...either by accounts of witnesses, or from the participants themselves. They exhibit behaviors most would find disturbing at best....and simply wrong at worst. I will not make any judgement of those people based on the things they do, because for them, what they did was right, and none of us can deny their basic humane right to be happy." I shook my head at Sylvia's shocked expression. "No...they didn't break any laws...they caused no harm to anyone...so we cannot say they deserve punishment..." I turned away, not wanting her to pry any further.

"Murph...what exactly DO you do?" I fixed my gold and red gaze back to her.

"You're not ready to know the whole of it...but in the loosest sense...I'm a reporter."