It's About Damn Time.

The author's note at the end explains some of the issues I had, and those of you who actually read my rare-as-fuck blog posts know the rest, but the next chapter's finally out.

Considering I wrote it drunk, edited it not-sober (fuck you, Hemingway!), and submitted it plastered off my ass, there's a 97.2% chance I'll wake up hungover tomorrow, see the horrors I have wrought upon literature, and throw myself into a vat of starving piranhas. Then there's the 2.8% chance that I pulled it off fine, and everything works out in the end.

I'll let you guys decide.

Also, I really should make a proper cover pic for this story. Eventually.