"The Box 7 - Closer To Home?" {Story 7} The Box 7 - Closer To Home" {Story 7} Written by Damond Foster Gardner (2012) In Matteson, Illinois. 60443 The Box is nearly to an end. But what is going to happen at this time in the weird universe that "The Box" controls? Let us all find out. Another question. How fucked up is my brain injured mind right now... Not that damn bad, but I will write almost any damn thing. I think about some strange ass shit. I am a nice man, but shit happens in my brain. Just relax and enjoy these words and this made up story. If you don't, someone will. "This is crazy and fucked. Why am I here anyway. I have seen and been abused in so damn much unnecessary bullshit, what the fuck is going on now, and when will I be back in Matteson, Illinois." Damond said to no one other than himself. And as the time had been going, no answer. But he spoke aloud or in silence daily, even though he normally did not have much interest in speaking to anyone. But he heard a voice responding to him. "Sir, please help me. Where are you and who are you?" the questionable voice asked him. While listening, Damond knew that all of a sudden he was not the only man there. "Who in the unknown world that we are in are you?" Damond asked the voice he has not heard for quite a while. The voice responded, "Gene. Your damn cousin." said the unseeable man. Yes it was Eugene Crusto. They have not been around each other since Georgina's funeral. The last time Damond was back in his home town of Oakland, California. How did cousin Gene get here? Damond understandable, but Gene unthinkable. He was the smartest of them, but apparently, as Damond thought they we re both dumb assholes. After about an hour they were within inches of each other. This might be changed, I am not sure yet.