There should be a myth around David Thomas Broughton. There should be mystique. Something sinister. Darkness that spirals around his heart and mind. There could be a man with serious troubles, the kind of man who asks the same questions and makes the same statements over and over, to no one in particular; a man who "struggles with the nightshade in [his] blood."
Perhaps that there is no such darkness or myth surrounding David Thomas Broughton is paradoxically confounding and relieving. In fact, he seems downright . . .
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