Too Late, Governor: My Freedom Is Mine

y was still in full swing, but an uneasy feeling had set

gainst the wall, his rage echoing through the mansion. He couldn't belie

nd her," he'd roared at Marcus. "I

as alre

old life. I ended up in a small, quiet coastal town in Oregon. The air sm

simple life. But the past was a ghost that haunted my sleep. Ni

e drunk tourist was getting aggressive with the owner. Instinct took over. Before I even knew w

aid-back smile and sun-bl

he said. "I

nt, and completely unimpressed by my quiet, guarded nature. He started showin

'd say with a grin. "It's the least

y, impossibly, he started to break through the walls I had built around

ered on telephone poles all over town. My face stared ba

ack to my apartment and locked the door. He

ck from the main street, a trash bag in his hand. He saw me watching from my window and j

day I started

local know-how and the surf shop. We expanded it, turning it into a full-scale coastal adventure outfitter. We offered s

s ha