(1/8) “Everyone I tell is like holy fucking shit. Because there’s an insane psychic angle to all of this. And I’m not a supernatural freak or anything..."

(2/8) “My mom taught me to roll a joint when I was ten years old. Which is super fucked up, I know. But I’m only saying that so you’ll understand she’s a huge hippie freak..."

(3/8) “Later that night Vicky and I go to see a play at the Irish Theater, and right away I’m in love. But I’m too scared to tell her that. So we end up becoming best friends-- no benefits..."

(4/8) “A few weeks after the Wyoming trip, Vicky comes to me and says: ‘I have some news.’ She tells me that she took a pregnancy test that morning and it came back positive..."

(5/8) “I fought for my child. I really did. I talked to two different lawyers. The first one seemed excited about extorting Vicky’s family. ‘They’re going to pay a lot of money for you to sign away your rights,’ he told me..."

(6/8) “Vicky completely disappeared from my life. Along with my daughter. And the mystery of the whole thing nearly drove me crazy. I racked my brain for anything I could have said..."

(7/8) “There were maybe six tables in the entire diner. Nancy and I sit down at one of them. We start looking at the menu. I’m thinking about the blueberry pancakes..."

(8/8) “Nancy doesn’t want to go. She’s freaked out. The whole thing feels like an episode of The Twilight Zone. But we get in the car and follow Vicky back to her house. And it’s getting weirder and weirder..."