The year was 1991.... a young fledgling rock star from Seattle was in pain. A lot of pain. Rigorous touring was not to blame. Soon the young musician realized something was wrong. Very wrong. His wife, that he'd had memories of but never actually met was missing from his life. From that time period in general. Trapped in 2012, she awaits a way back. A way back to change the future... a future that turns into a place with no Kurt Cobain.

A murder plot that turns into the most famous suicide in history, this site is dedicated to the small story of the husband who left a billion clues for the wife who figured them out.

Now her goal is to avenge her husband's death by pinning the murderer's with their crime...

Meanwhile she pours herself into her journal, awaiting the day she is finally reunited with her husband in time.

Letters to Kurt...


Saturday, July 30, 2011

Drinkin' on Vine.

Dear Kurt,

You sick bastard. Today you lead me to Amoeba, and together we wandered to the poster section and looked through all the selections until I found just the right one.

With another perfect sneer, I approached the counter and waited my turn. When I approached I sensed that she knew. And when I revealed my purchase, she was sure.

I revealed your beautiful face on the poster I was purchasing and she gave me a smile only the Beautiful Ones can sense.

You told her to let me leave with the copy, and as we exited, with you under my arm... We vowed to share a drink with you resting right by my side.

I love you so...


August
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