Well, here goes ...

Swore I wouldn't do this. I promised myself it was a bad idea.

'You'll be on the internet all day!'
'You'll forget huge chunks and therefore it'll be sort of pointless anyway...'
'You'll leave it to stagnate and die'

Well, maybe I will. Maybe I won't. You see, already I am online most of the day; either at work or at home. It won't hurt to record things this way. I could use it to tell others about my life and experiences, and also when the time finally arrives, to promote the existance of my autobiography and book. I don't know to this day whether they will be seperate or one book in two pieces, or what. I will think of that when the times comes. But it's going to be controvertial, in your face and full of exactly how I really feel.

It will probably upset liberals and conservatives in various ways each, as well as pagans, satanists, atheists, some Christians, evolutionists, some musicians, other writers, teenagers, know-it-alls ...

The one person I hope it doesn't upset is God. I expect He will frown though. I mean, it's gonna be blunt. But at least I come before Him with all my scars and all my wounds and stand there proudly still wanting to be His and wanting to carry His sword. For all my faults, and believe me, they are many ... I am His warrior and no one else's.

Fantasy is a poor reflection of reality. I prefer the real thing, although it hurts a lot, lot more.

Get real dot com, baby. On with the show.