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 woke reluctantly. The memories of the last time this happened to him were still fresh, too real to ignore. If he opened his eyes to find himself on the same park bench he wasn't sure his sanity would survive.


He refused to try for a long time, even after he realized he was still indoors. It was too calm, the sounds and smells more like a hospital than a public playground. Still, the fact did little to reassure him. Besides, he wasn't feeling exactly himself. It was as if he'd been emotionally cut off or blunted in some way, his heart wrapped in cotton. The only feelings making it through were fear and despair, and even they were unfamiliar, softened things that couldn't possibly belong to him. Fresco was supposed to be fighting, but there was nothing there for him to hold onto.


Chapter 59: Welcome Home