1) Do you ever see or hear me whine or cry? No. Sure, in the past I had some problems, but it was due to the fact that I had mental problems, not family/friendship issues. I heard things, saw things, my head was constantly fucking with me, and I felt as if the only way to escape that horror was through the edge of a blade. But Alice came along and showed me a different way. She introduced me into the world of Wicca, and ever since I've been a changed man. I have only her to thank for this, so of course I feel a bond there. You don't understand any form of love for you are about as human as a pound of cabbage. And that's a lot of cabbage. Moving on--

2) My mind is certainly not underdeveloped. Simply because I'm not the next evolution of Dolly the Sheep, I do have enough brain power to resist the forces of naievety and gullibility that run rampant in this world, especially this country, not to mention this company itself. Things are never quite what they seem, and as Marilyn would say, 'question everything'. It is only in doing that that one can truly fulfill their awareness and functionality. You toss your little barbs around like candy at a parade, but sadly, you do so on a grade school level. The entire point of the Manson bust incident was to get across the point that Alice and I are above childish name calling, and are able to turn the tables, making a joke out of it. Did that scene scream 'serious' to you, or did you taste the sarcasm? I feel the latter, but I'm quite aware you won't admit to it, so moving onward still--

3) "little blonde boy"........ Now, this is where your own lack of intelligence shines through. Here's a picture;



And one other for good measure;



Mayhaps you need to have your eyesight checked, but I can assure you.... that's not blonde hair. It's black.

Moving on.

4) I am a winner.

Look at the win/loss ratios of many legendary wrestlers. Not all of them are chalk full of 'W's. But it's not always the in-ring outcome that makes a legend. Telling a story, getting across a message, entertaining the masses, putting your body on the line, day in, day out, every night... In my FIRST match here, I was crucified.

I didn't take it as a loss.
I took it as a sign.



I'm meant to be here. It's the fates calling me... you continue to be a smarmy bitch. I continue to forgive you.

Time, my dear.
It's all that stands in our way.

Blessed be.

~ O.M.