Before I become a target of conjecture draw your attention to the stage. Don't get consumed by the drama or thrown by the views on this page. I was born to this cruel world, endowed with the power of speech. Enlightenment is only an appetizer in preparation for the feast. I stare beyond destiny in the cold of the night and tempered by bad dreams of making the same mistakes twice. So I stand here with a crown of insults at the base of my head, nailed to the crossroads of life and left in the Ghetto for dead.