I'm evil. Pure and simple. I'm the bad guy and I know it, and quite frankly there's little to nothing I find wrong in it...(Someone's gotta be evil, yes?)

I've got a twisted sence of values however. I won't eat asparagus, I won't make up friends, nor will I back-stab people...that sort of thing.

Evil needs not do such things.

I find that every day of my life, I run across people that, shall we say, I shouldn't have to. Stupid people...I hate them.

But what brings me HERE exactly...

...well...there's a LOOOONG story.

See, there's this guy....used to be one of my greatest friends on the planet. Was as weird as me (and trust me, this is almost a devine feat...) had similar values as me, smoked like me, had even odder friends like me, (thankfully not otter friends as furry and wet doth not a happy smell maketh,) and was generally put about as geeked as me. (We played D&D together...or goofed off on his Comodore 64...(remember that!?!? I imagine at SOME point you'll read this!)

We had a falling out. It was a horrible bit. I was losing my sanity (There's an even longer tale there...demonic possession still hasn't been fully discredited,) and somewhere in my semi-screwed up state I broke up with my girlfriend of the time. Part and parcel without boring you all with the details...he lied about something (for whatever reason I'm STILL guessing at,) and ALMOST...very almost...had the law brought into play on my sorry behind. (Mind you, I don't think he cared.)

Now, that's been...oh wow...'er...14 or so years ago. (LOOONG time!) I've since managed to maintain a bit of sanity, (I still think Jack Daniels is gross, and I will never trip acid like that again...actually I'll prolly never DO it again.) But that bit of pure boiling rage that I felt when I was betrayed...for some reason part of that is still there. (Oddly enough...I think I just want an apology and a confession. Call me nutty.)

There are days when I miss the antics though. This guy would crack me up constantly, and he was a decent bloke. I'd even venture to say he could watch a Special Olympics event WITHOUT laughing. (Something I cannot do, but again...I'm evil...so there ya' go.)

I've seen he's become a rather talented artist. Not that I'm shocked, he was one of the few people I've ever considered writing WITH on a project. (He's good. Trust me kids.)

So what am I writing this for? Me? Him? You? Bah, I dunno. I know that I should show my true colours right off the bat and if someone is going to read my keyboard-chewing sessions...(I can't type or even speak...I chew the keyboard and people seem to smile at it...I make noise and they laugh...so go figure...) I may as well give the audience a bit of WHO is doing the teeth-meet-plastics....

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That sums me up nicely.

All your time is belong to us.

-Me