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''Well, I can’t believe I’m doing this, but here I go. Into the abyss...''

With the following words, Alex Markham begins writing the story of his deceased older brother. David was a star, beloved by many, but understood by few.

Now his story has fallen into the hands of the younger brother who spent his whole life in David's shadow. But for Alex, this is not a tribute. It's a chance to tell the world the real story...the dark story. The one no one knows. The one no one wants to know.

For only Alex knew the real David Markham...the man behind the fame, the booze, and the drugs. But maybe...just maybe...not even Alex knew the real David.

What will ensue as he writes is a journey of discovery...not only of David's life, but of his own as well.

Well, I can’t believe I’m doing this, but here I go. Into the abyss. My poor, beloved brother not even in his grave a week, and already, I’m sitting here at my computer, starting the damned book everybody but me wants me to write. And frankly, it makes me sick.

I only hope you, dear reader, are more up to this than I am. I can picture you there, sitting back, this latest edition in your hot little hands. The loving, heart felt testimonial from one brother to another. The tribute to the man who brought so much joy and happiness to people all over the world. The tortured, misunderstood genius who walked a tragic path of self destruction that eventually ruined everything he ever worked for and brought about his own sad demise in the process.

Bull.

So I’ll take the money, and plunge into the ugly depths of depravity, so to speak, but I’m going to write the story the way I see fit. My way. No love letter to my dearly departed brother. Just truth. The things you never heard about. The things you may not want to hear about. It’s not too late to back out now, you know. No hard feelings, dear reader, if you do.

It is, however, too late for me...