I use to believe that all there was for me was darkness and evil. Thats what I grew up in. Lived with everyday. Well that and a not so healthy dose of revenge poured into me on a pretty much daily basis. Holtz. The man who not only stole my childhood but turned me into a killer. Or thats what I would like to believe and yet, demons are killers ( Read more... )

I was suppose to leave him, leave my own dad behind to fight whatever hell was coming to LA and so I did. Because he asked me too. That look in his eyes, told me everything that I would ever need to know. Yeah, he is THE Champion but somewhere between all of that, he’s a father first and I knew in that moment, he was not only fighting for this ( Read more... )

Fading from my excistance, I often wonder. What is my purpose here? Would my death bring any meaning? Does my living bring any joy? I look at my father and see a true champion where all I use to see was hate and death. How can such a short time bring about such a new outlook on life? Some may ask this and oft times, I had no answer for them and so ( Read more... )