Okay, reader. In the interest of saving you some time, I’m just going to jump right into my traditional bitching about the quality of this week’s chapter. This one’s uneven. It’s sprawling. Entirely too long. I’ve tried to fit too many plot points into a 16-page space, and as a result, many of them remain underdeveloped. Dub’s voice swings in at least three different directions. Gayle still has yet to take shape as a credible character. I lost the thread of Dub’s drug dependency. I’ve performed a half-assed job on French dialect. And there are more than two dozen sentences I just straight up hate.

But other than that, hey, it’s kind of fun. Hopefully it won’t be too confusing and cumbersome. I’ll pare it down and clean it up eventually, I promise. For now, please enjoy your first peak into the subplot of Dub’s mysterious dead mother.

Chapter 3