Freakshow

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Summary

Tuesdays feel like a Sunday when you're standing in a church. But with Tommy it has to be a Friday night frat party gone wild, I feel like a rock-star who's done all the drugs on the table at once. Dan Marco, a combat veteran with a shady past returns home after the war to find he can't reintegrate in to what society calls the "norm". Death of his childhood friend brings the horrors of combat back with a vengeance and he quickly retreats to dark-side of his mind and finds himself on Ward 7, for the mental. "Eight months and fourteen surgeries later I get a shrink forced down my throat who thinks saying things out loud makes them go away—they won't, not ever, not for me, not here in nowhere-in-particular-land. But I get to keep my own clothes. That's what they say, so it's more homey and less like a freak show."

Status
Complete
Chapters
24
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

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FREAKSHOW

FREAKSHOW

db rhys

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

© 2017 DB Rhys. All rights reserved.

For those with scars

Acknowledgments, Special Recognition, and Thank-Yous

Angela Brown, you’re the greatest editor in the world. Without your amazing work, I never would have completed this book.

My daughter, Allyson, whose undying love is the best support a father could ever hope for.

My sister, Angie. If you weren’t there for me on a daily basis, I wouldn’t be able to do what I do, so thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thanks also to Tom and Jen for being guinea pigs.

Thanks to Ryan Wahler and Greg and Jill Waters, for keeping me grounded; Steve and Chrissy Dockray, for making me see the possibilities; the mighty Timothy “Mo Dizzle” Moriarty—saying thanks for saving my life doesn’t seem like enough. Thanks also to Chris Carbone for indulging in finding meanings. Little Cord Rice, what can I say? Bill Terry, thanks for inspiring the writer inside.

To the leader crew, you’ve all made an impact! Tommy Scott, David Williams, Kevin Bodecker, Charles Judd—I’d be dead without your guys’ expertise in warfare. All my brothers and sisters from the “Dirty First” and Screaming Eagles—keep kicking ass. My Voodoo and Resurrect Medic families, you fucking rock!

I could go on and on, but then this book would be a thousand pages long. So let me say, finally, thank you, readers for giving me your time!