This is it. We've made it. The last episode. You would think I'd gotten the hang of this script writing by now, but apparently that's not the case.

Because I've been sitting in my desk for a long time

listening to the literal crickets chirp

and nothing's been typed.

I'm struggling to find the right words

to bring this all to a satisfactory conclusion, and believe me when I say I know you can't satisfy everyone.

But in this case I wonder how do I create an ending that even satisfies myself. I emailed Rachel

a little bit ago and told her I was taking the night off but I was mistaken. With the

five dollars and forty three43 in my checking account, I headed to McDonald's. Then I came home and took the recycling out.

But the entire time my thoughts were on the case of Richard Nicholas because it's become impossible

for me to mentally take the night off. It's like my brain has been tasked with

solving a puzzle for over a year, but someone

stole some of the pieces and someone else

congratulated them for it. I can't stop thinking about it,

because I know there has to be a solution.

The past year has been a tremendous learning experience. I've gained a

confidence that I didn't know I had, given to me by being judged negatively by people

who don't even know me. I recorded a podcast in the closet of a

law firm where partners make more in a day than I will in a year. I went to a

prison and I almost got kicked out. I saw the photos of a crime scene where a little girl was

murdered. I visited that location. I know because I took the pictures with me to make sure it was the right

spot. I've made friends, I've lost friends, and I've

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