Let no one think of me that I am humble or weak or passive; let them understand I am of a different kind: dangerous to my enemies, loyal to my friends. To such a life glory belongs.
— Euripides, Medea.


Dedicated to my father, who once said to me that a real man, to prove himself, must write a book. 

I guess I'll be a real man now.

Your turn. 

Author's Note

I've always wanted to write a book, I've always wanted to note down how my life has turned out or maybe explain how I got here to others who haven't been part of my journey. Not for any other purpose than to convince myself that after all these years, after all these incredible highs and lows it's still me in this skin.

This won't necessarily be easy reading all the time, and I certainly hope it won't be boring; I can guarantee that it will be honest. Maybe to a fault. All of the people are real- except when I need to change their identity either for my benefit or theirs, all of the situations happened even though this is my perspective only.  

I'll be posting one chapter at a time, it could take me two months or two years.  I'm not sure, just know that now is the time that this needs to be done.

Thanks for taking the time. No one appreciates it more than me. 

David Mejia-Canales

Melbourne, October 2014.