I remember my meeting with Mr. Rood very clearly, like it was just yesterday. The package was delivered into my hands successfully, but there was a problem.....Mr. Rood was bleeding from the hip. Bullet wound. I offered to help him somehow but he refused and told me he had a strict deadline to meet, and that he'd be fine once he got to the hut. I wondered for a moment what that could mean when I thought his only business today was with me but I quickly discarded the thought. You must remember that I often associated with men who were on massive amounts of illegal narcotics at one time, so for all I knew of this Mr. Rood he could have been blown out of his mind and talking about going to Pizza Hut. Who was I to stop him or question him further? I am not a servant of man; I am no saint or do-gooder. I could have just as easily watched him bleed to death in front of me and my only concern would be who will clean the mess and dispose of the body?


     Know me ~!~ Spikes adorn my arms; the blades on my shoulders and hands matching their justly presence but my shins have astonishingly scraped the most raw, human flesh. There's just something to be said about the feeling of turning somebody into a piece of grated meat with your shins - it's my drug; I greedily and vehemently admit to never coming close to having enough of it! Others call it a sickness or a disorder and when I agree when them, telling them I found the medicine, they call me a monster. What a world.....what a world...... They'll take your words and twist them around to make you the monster; to make the man wearing the spiked armor and helmet the freak of nature instead of themselves for creating a world that needs such beasts to exist to maintain its delicate balance. Colton Bryan and I will collide like two bulls on Monday in what they're referencing as an X-treme rules match; good for me...bad for Colton Bryan. If I believed Colton possessed the ability to hear words and understand questions, I would ask him only one thing: What will you do when I grab your face and rub it against my shin? Epically enough I do know the answer........ do YOU???