Ganama

I have just gotten a phone call from the guy I sold my truck to. He told me I had left a notebook under the passenger seat in my car, and later dropped it off at my house. While I have had blackout drunk nights, the notebook remains a mystery as to how it got there, or who wrote it. 

It's poorly written on blank pieces of paper that are held together by two clips. Some of the pages have grease stains on them, and others are bent, but it is none the less a treasure. In it’s worn pages are the pure unaltered thoughts of a tormented stranger, hunting something supernatural he called Ganama.

I don't know where this man is, how he’s doing, or even his name to be honest. What I do know is this man lived a life of adventure, hardship, ultimatums, and terror. I share his story with you not so you can find him if he’s alive, but so you can learn about who he is, and maybe even feel like you and him could have been friends.