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...


Monday, June 24, 2013

"speaking from the tongue of an 'experienced' simpleton who would rather be an 'emasculated' 'infantile' complainee..... this note should be pretty easy to understand...


TO BODDAH. Code word for, help, I'm in trouble?? I went through a faze where I thought I was referred to as his imaginary best friend from birth. 'emasculated'? Taken advantage of in the worst way possible? I know how much red tape is in this letter. He referred to himself as an experienced 'simpleton' .... making a severe mistake marrying Courtney? And trusting the wrong people? "Infantile" ?  Kicking himself for his mistakes??

I'm working on this honey. They are going to fry.

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