Here is the beginning of “6315” – Volume 3 of my “Walking On Dawes Collection”. ” First thing I recalled was the unbearable pain in my jaw. I couldn’t move it. The more I attempted to open my mouth the greater the sharp stabbing pain. My tongue felt like a pile of pulled pork. Even the mere breathe of air passing over it caused burning pain. I then realized that it was shredded by what shards of my teeth remained. “ Where were my beautiful teeth?” And I wanted to know where the heck I was. I realized that my eyes were swollen shut. Which compounded the chaotic mess within my mind. My eyesight was surreal. Like I was wearing an Indy drivers burn mask. All I could see was the glow of the dual fluorescent light tubes directly above me. All else was obliqued by the shadows of my swollen eyelids. I was hurt. The realisation that I had either been in a heluva accident or I had lost the greatest street fight of my life set in.” It is but a babe in the woods, but I am ...
Allow me to take you on a journey within these pages. May you find the essence that is me – may I guide you through the tunnels of my thoughts and bath you in the radiant glow of my opinion. "Walk With Dann" through the expanse of his mind and his battle with late State 4 – "Terminal" oro-Pharyngeal Cancer and late Stage 4 – "Terminal" Squamous Cell Carcinoma Many ask me why l write. I write my books for me. I tell my stories for my readers.