One chance is all you need.
-Jesse Owens

Okay, to get some nagging off of my back, I”m going to tell my story, or what there is of it. Then maybe I can get some peace. I was born here in Denver, have lived here in Denver and more than likely will die here in Denver. Hopefully that won’t be too soon, but with some of the people I hang out with, you never know. My mother is, was, and probably always will be a lush. She likes to drink, she sees nothing wrong with drinking. But hey, if that’s the way she wants to live her life, nothing I can do about it. I’ve tried, believe me. I have no idea who my father is, she probably doesn’t know either. There were a lot of candidates. All I can say it, it’s probably not the same guy who fathered my sister. So there is hope for me. I don’t get along with the woman, the only thing we share is blood. And even that’s too much in my opinion. No, I don’t have any hard feelings, can’t you tell?

I was basically on my own from the get go, although I had my aunt who took pretty good care of me most of the time since my mother was out of it. But that aunt died when I was seven, so the whole load ended up on me. My sister sure as hell wasn’t going to help out. It wasn’t easy, but I’m a pretty self-sufficient guy. And I turned out okay, didn’t I? I made sure that I got through school, I knew I wouldn’t have much of a chance if I didn’t. But then, I probably didn’t get much further than I would have without finishing, but I can at least say that I did it. That’s pretty important. I bummed around, getting odd jobs here and there, although I made most of my money off of pool and darts. I do have to admit to getting involved in some less than... let’s say, honest endeavors. But that’s not important, right? But there’s really not much to note about any of that. Certainly nothing that I’d put down on a public web page. Call me paranoid.

It wasn’t too long ago that I ended up getting involved with this really strange bunch of people. It started with this very very unbelievably odd woman and a bar fight. Again, no details. That odd woman turned out to be Leigh, and her friend (who is at least as odd) Cheyenne and her have somehow turned out to be my charges. They go out to get into trouble, I go with them to pull their pretty little asses out of that trouble. I don’t know what they’d do without me. Of course, Mikel seems to think that I’m as bad as they are. Like he has room to talk. But I won’t go into that, I’ll be nice.

I don’t know just how long I’m going to end up sticking with this group, sometimes it looks as if I’m in it for the long haul. Pretty scary, isn’t it? But I can’t just leave them hanging, I’m too nice a guy. However, I do refuse to get involved in any more strip poker or Truth or Dare games, no way they’re dragging me into another. I can’t let them think they have any power over me, after all. Especially Leigh, who seems to think somehow that she can tell me what to do. I’ll have to nip that right in the bud. I do have a reputation to maintain, after all.

Being on the tightrope is living; everything else is waiting.
-Karl Wallenda

To succeed means that you may have to step out of line and march to the sound of your own drummer.
-Keith Degreen