My name is McCully Blaylock. This first story you are about to read is mine. Well, it ain’t mine alone. It’s about the family I come from. It might be a little worse than yours, or it might be better. There’s no telling.
With people so obsessed with looking up their family trees, this story and the others to follow may be a good warning to rethink that. Things you may find will leave a mark. Sure, you might see that you inherited your blue eyes from your great-grandmother, or that weird hairline from your great-great grandfather, but it’s the things that aren’t physical that can define you.
You can’t help what happened a hundred years before you were born, but that doesn’t mean you won’t have to pay the price for them, if your ancestors didn’t.
This series of stories is about these things, things that happened way back when and the men and women who must clean up after them or learn to live with them now. Our stories are connected, each linking to the next. Like a puzzle, only there ain’t no way to solve it all. Only little bits of it, like getting the outer edge done and missing all the insides.
What does happen, though, is that good does come outta all this. When those struggling with the past meet in the present, they pool their strength to be able to face whatever comes. Love does conquer all, even the things that seem like there is no way to beat them. Love, friendship and family, a family of your choosing more than one that you were cursed to be born into.
So, sit back and take in my tale. I thought it was just about the worst thing I could think of until I found out about the rest. Now I feel akin to other people, simply because we all have one thing in common.
Our ancestors are real dicks.
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