Some days were good, and some days were bad. This was one of the bad days. Actually, it was the worst day. Shane Kruchten could not shake it from his conscience no matter what he did, so he sat there in his personal abyss -- a tilting, rusted black 1992 Ford Mustang GT in a San Diego ocean-side parking lot. The former Marine’s blackened, hollowed eyes stared down at his self-imposed last meal, a two-week-old stale slice of pizza lying there in a greasy cardboard box on the passenger’s seat. Everything he owned was crumpled into a ball in the backseat of his car, which leaned right because of two flat tires.
Surviving Self: The Shane Kruchten Story
