Randall Haight owned it and put bad art on its walls, but Randall Haight was an artificial creation. Perhaps, at times, William Lagenheimer moved through its rooms, but William Lagenheimer didn’t exist either. He had disappeared from the world, and was now just a memory.
Lots of people can change their lives, start a new one, for all different reasons, I did, the life I had in Aussie came to an abrupt end forcing me to return to NZ, after over 10yrs, where all I had was family, but none close really except for direct ones, parents, my nana, the rest I rarely see.
So I started a new life here where all I did was work, fill in the time, sleep, & repeat. That went on for now, just over 20yrs, & while I no longer work, it’s just fill in more time & sleep.
A prison started by someone else’s making that I just stayed in due to just not trusting anyone anymore & the difficulty of being an adult & trying to meet people . I’ll probably die this way, c’est La vie
