Welcome to Westview!

So this town is small but has that full of secrets vibe. I do like secrets.

I might make it the backdrop of my next novel

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I can't believe this. Recall when I hit my head and got amnesia? And started having those weird dreams? I know what those are now. Those were my memories. And my name is definitely not Joe, it's Clark. And yet.. I have these other memories, a whole life lived in this town, in another family, of a man who worked in Wentworth's store for 20 years.

Don't get me wrong, it's a great job. But it's not really me. I'm a reporter. But.. Westview citizens, don't worry. I still plan on cooking with the grill for the festival. But I also want to try another type of work. Uh.. hey, Lance? You mentioned something about TV anchorman type work?

It's the.... I'm so drunk. It's 14 years ago today that my parents died.

I killed two bottles of Jack. Working my way through some diner burgers. Them I gotta practice for my guitar gig. Wrote some good stuff.

The room is all spinny. I think... . Maybe I shouldn've taken my Xanax.

Might anyone here be of some assistance in facial prosthetics? I require a fair amount, and perhaps some recommendations for foundation or stage paints or...something. Quite the long story, I am afraid.

...I do so wish Julian or someone else I knew was a part of this madness.

Well, this has been an experience. I'm not at all where I should be and it seems I've lost years. My name is Charles Xavier and, whoever did this, whoever was in my head... that was amazing. No one's ever been able to do that to me before!

Before I get too carried away... Erik. I believe you and I may need to talk.

My god, and here I thought the mall in Cancun was limited.

This is definitely going to be a test of my patience.

With the clarity of my situation finally established, I find that I am more confused than before this morning's gifted egg. And, naturally, the best person for sorting it out is, apparently, not to be found here. Doctor Bashir, Julian's counsel would be welcomed just now, mind you, but it seems we're not to meet again, no matter what strange paths my mind chooses to send me down.

...That said, it helps to know that though I am not many things, I can assure you I AM still quite the tailor.

They say it's death and taxes as the two constants of any man's (Or woman's, I aim to be generic, not sexist) life, but in my case, I would argue Prom Nights and Weddings. It's proven time and time again to be a FASCINATING phenomenon, perhaps one worth a social history.

Discounts for the grooms, the groomsmen and the graduating senior boys (...or girls if you opt to wear a tuxedo I suppose) in any case.