text: Prologue I’m an adult now. I’ve got bills, and rent, and I have to put gas in my car. I’ve damaged my body over the years and I feel it more now than back then. I have a hard time sleeping. On the outside I look mostly normal. Caucasian male, standing about 5’9” and 155lbs. Later on in my life I’ve come to learn that I’m actually quite beautiful. I also really enjoy my privacy, so if you’re readying this and you know who I am, please keep quiet. Also, I’m not a writer. People who know of me would say I’m a good enough person. I give money to homeless people and I take good care of my friends and I treat my significant others well. I’ve got a good relationship with my mother. I’ve been known to stick up for the weaker person more than once in my life. The people that know me a bit more personally would tell you that I’ve got a bit of a dark side. I’ve got a tendency to disregard rules. I’ve pushed the envelope many times. I’ve committed crimes when it suited me. I’m charismatic, I always have been. I didn’t really understand that until my 20s. I never really cared much for image or sex appeal unless it was to get something that I wanted. I’m very good at that, getting the things I want. It’s certainly a contributing factor to my hedonistic tendencies. I’m a great liar with an amazing poker face. I’ve got a knack for being hyper analytical. I generally lack remorse and regret. I’m not known for being merciful. I’m mostly driven by purpose. There is little I do without forethought, and I’m a great tactician. When I decide to do something, I always seem to make it happen. It’s always been that way. On to the point This is about when I was younger.