REMÍZA
 Stories from the Book

Writing this book has been one of the hardest things I have ever done.

Darkness crawls across the walls of the mind like a snake through the jungle—silent, relentless, and patient.

It was a cold December morning, just a few days before St. Nicholas Day.

Every cent I had was gone, lost to gambling. I had lied to my friends, betrayed my family... I had even stolen from them. I couldn't stop. I kept telling myself that the next bet would change everything—that somehow I would win it all back and make things right.