LETTERS to KURT: Guitar books and blisters in Charlotte.

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...

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Guitar books and blisters in Charlotte.

Dear Kurt,

In exactly one day I will be flying off to L.A. with my guitar on my back. I've lost all sense of enthusiasm towards pitching my scripts to random companies, and as happy as I am to get back to L.A... moving for the hundredth time in the last decade is wearing me thin.

I am out of words tonight, but I have attempted to convince another that you were indeed taken from us by the hands of another. But it's hard to explain why I care. Why do I care?

Compassion? Maybe. Heart? Rightfully. Soul??

Absolutely.

Your Best Pal.

Justice Seeker.