| The back cover
The back cover
What if something happened to you one day that was so traumatic it changed the course of your life forever? Let's say no one knew about it.
How do you go on living when the mere thought of such an event has
the power to tear at the very fabric of your existence? You cannot
speak of it with anyone for fear of being ostracized, and so you
gradually begin to slip away. Being alone now has never felt so
terrifyingly real. Not knowing what to do with the lonely hours,
you sit in a dark closet and weep.
"Woe unto you who do not believe in nightmares,
for I tell you they are real."
Throughout the course of this story, we find a young man earnestly struggling to find himself, while at the same time, continues to drown himself in a perpetual haze of narcotics and hallucinogenic substances.
Not for the sake of just taking them, but to solve the eternal question, "why?" When asked how others may interpret this book, and whether
he felt the book was a little too ambiguous, or over the top for most readers, Charles said plainly, "we don't have to understand something
to appreciate its beauty." Mr. Pendelton's ideology on drug use differs greatly from the young man he once was, and those who have built a career around it. People like Aldous Huxley or Timothy Leary, for that matter, who once claimed he had a degree in LSD.
"People who euphonize drugs are the cancers of our society. They hold themselves back from achieving the most they can out of life and then panic in the end when they realize they've thrown their lives away. The only degree I wish to have is of education. Through education, we can achieve the perfect job, find the perfect companion and live the perfect lifestyle. Am I living it, no, but at least I can say I jumped out of the blender in time to save myself from being pulled into the mix."
Our story centers around a day in the life of a troubled teenager. From
the very moment, he awakens to the following day, you are taken on a surrealistic journey into the heart of a psychoactive world filled with madness and its own special charm. A world of intrigue and imagination.
In this land, you are guided through a labyrinth of joy and sorrow as seen through the writer's own two eyes. Visit a magical place where one's perception of reality is transformed into that of the devil's playground.
In this plain of time, nothing is as it seems and man becomes the illusion. Toward the end of the story, our young narrator who has absolutely no prospects for survival clearly does find himself, but only after an intense and alarming battle in the realm of the damned.
"For the most part, it was the last day I would experiment with
drugs of any kind. A wake up call for me to leave my tear-stained
past behind and attempt to live again."
This is one of the few novels I have ever read, where I almost seem to be yearning for the author to remain in the moment, rather than wishing he would just get to the point already! In truth, this book has no business existing in the outside world, for it focuses on the inner workings of a fragile human mind and all the misconstrued virtues of a repressed society.
Although this story is a biographical account of a handwritten ledger luxuriously compiled into a narrative by Mr. Charles Pendelton, the nature of circumstances dictated within its borders are said to be true. I assure you, they were only meant to chronicle the events of that day as they unfolded. What the reader does not know, however, are the tormented afflictions plaguing the writer. This immense burden, ladened with tears
of anguish (as he so clearly states) is soon to reveal itself unto its readers. Before that is made known, the book opens its heart unto the world like
no book ever has or should ever have to. Only then does our little tale become a timeless and endearing love story. One for the ages. A bond which has been forever immortalized throughout the annals of time. During those intense moments, our readers will slowly succumb to the realization that he or she has in fact touched the inner core of all human sorrows. However, it is only for that one particular chapter which clearly outlines and defines the underlying structure for the whole entire book.
"So accept my gift for it is all I have to offer you;
and know how much I loved her. . ."
Marty Langdon, 6/20/08