Hello there.
I’m Ward F. Hughes, reality TV superstar.
And you’re not.
Only kidding.
Seriously, though.
I have 4 hours to tell this story.
You know, while I still have the ability to speak.
Because you tend to examine your life and what got you to this particular junction of time/space when you have 2 broken wrists and no feeling in your limbs and you’re propped up in a white plastic thingamajig called a Fess-Up in a dark smelly underground bunker beneath a city on a countdown to destruction.
Yes, all this can totally get a dude thinking about stuff.
Like, if this is winning, then maybe losing wouldn’t have been so bad.