The 2020 Event |The Sideshows|

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Bookmaker’s Note

Hello there, hypothetical reader. My name is Hunter Adam Wallace, and I am the real human being who put all of this together. I feel like I have some explaining to do, but honestly, I’ve filled this page and deleted it like five times already, and it’s past 2:00 am. Making this book into blog posts is going to take at least two hours, and I’d like to be done tonight, so I’ll just say this: for a while, my life was weird.

Hitting my head while on LSD, feeling my skull cave in, passing out, and waking up before I hit my head in the first place? That did happen.

The BEGONE LYME vision, demon and all? That did happen.

Meeting a character from a book I didn’t yet write who told me to write said book? That didn’t happen. And I don’t hear voices in my head telling me to write, either; I do this all on my own.

Dropping out of college with no idea what I was going to do with my life and then freaking the fuck out about it? That did happen.

Writing The 2020 Event |The Main Event| in a month and a half after writing a myriad of short stories which also take place in the W-2020 universe? That did happen.

Spending the past few years of my life trying to make this project perfect, trying to make the story make perfect sense? That happened too, and it’s sort of still happening, considering the existence of this note, but… how do I say this… when the only way to make a story make sense is by saying there is no truth, none of this fucking makes sense, it’s time to end the story and move forever forward. So that’s what I’m doing. Tada.

Here’s the bitch of it, though: this is a whole lot of writing, and I have far too much pride to just not publish it. So, it exists, and I don’t know how truthful the following statement is, but I’m gonna go ahead and state it anyway: there’s nothing else out there quite like the story of The Highest One Writing.

My life is still weird, but not like it used to be. I’m sober when I write now, which I think is important. I’d like to retell the W-2020 story in a way that does it justice, but that day is at least seven books down the road. There is a plan, a plan I hope to see through.

If you’re there, hypothetical reader, thank you for being there. All I want to do is make books. So, I’ll keep doing it. Be well~



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