Matthew Marchon

As a kid, you could find me playing with my action figures, watching cartoons, drawing, climbing mountains, hunting ghosts, wrestling in the backyard, I did it all, with more friends than I knew what to do with.

Until the allure of the streets began to claim their innocence, long before a child’s innocence should be lost. I held onto mine for as long as I could. But I think we all have our breaking point.

I became someone else in order to survive, but always held on to who I was, keeping him alive in fictional worlds I’d created. This became my escape. I’d retreat into make-believe when the world around me became too much.

I write so I can take you there as well. I write so I can create people, the way I envision them, not as they are, but how I wish they were. But more than anything, all I’ve ever wanted is for my words to make a difference. I do this for the chance that it might affect you in some way.

Today, I’m every incarnation of myself I’ve been over the years, all of them as real as can possibly be. All of them, me. Now I’m just sharing them with you.