I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn.

The blue joy is calling... but can Fresco survive it?

"Do you know what happened to you?" Joey's voice broke a little. Fresco shook his head. The kid nodded, like it was no big surprise." Yeah, me either. No one seems to. We just have normal lives, you know? Then suddenly you wake up with this thing eating into you," he swallowed hard, "and that's it. The rest is Wasteland."

Seventeen-year-old Fresco Conte is an ordinary All-American kid from an upper middle-class family. He plays football. His girlfriend is a cheerleader. Life is good. Until unexplained things, scary things, start to take him over. Like surviving an accident that should have killed him. Or hearing the thoughts of the people around him whether he wants to or not.
 
When the men in the dark blue coveralls come for him, Fresco is forced into addiction to the blue joy known as Wasteland and set free on the street, with no answers and only his hunger to keep him company.

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Fresco looked up into the falling twilight, the last kiss of reds and golds fading from the western sky. His arms ached from lugging boxes of food and supplies from Medley's kitchen. The trunk was stuffed and took his full body weight to close. The sound of it was final somehow, like the slamming of a door, the last seal on his life that had been.


He took a moment to watch the darkness fall, embracing it. This was his time now. He had to shed the past or it would keep drawing him in forever.


Good luck with that, Justin smirked in his mind. I'm still here with you, old buddy. And I'm not going anywhere.


"Boy," Medley called from the kitchen door. "That's all of it."


He could have hugged her for interrupting. "I'm ready."


She made a face, hooking her thumb toward the basement door. "One last thing."


He didn't sigh. Not very deeply, anyway.


Chapter 40: Hideout