Back in '62, Wish and I were running amok through the towns and villages. We both met at age 6 in the Chimdale Orphanage and became instant friends, getting up to all kinds of antics together. That all changed one fateful day, however, when Wish began receiving visions of a better life. Of course now it is obvious that these visions were from a coke habit he picked up at age 11, but back then I was none-the-wiser and ready to follow him to world's end. He had us sneak out of the Brunneswick Orphanage, eventually ending up in a small cave off the coast of Ireland. There, we met a creature who was more than willing to aid us in the journey. The creature gave Wish a small baggie of white powder and warned us to "have the money by tomorrow". The next day, I heard a peculiar creaking sound coming from a nearby tree. I went to check it out and was horrified to see Wish swinging from his neck by a rope.

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