Ask anyone who even remotely knows me and my daily life, and they’ll tell you that I and fate have a very strained relationship.  If it can go wrong or become awkward, it will happen.  But I owe either my comical genius or utter insanity to this fate.  You want an example?  How many people can honestly say that their mother, “by accident”, hit me, ran me over, and left me at a gas station?  Not many, since most unskilled ninjas would not survive.  Or how many people can say they were lying face up in a ditch 8′ deep which by coincidence happened to be in Rose Valley  Cemetery, all in under 12 hours of their High school graduation?  Very, very few, because normally they can’t come back from the dead.  But I am one of those individuals that if a book was written on my life, it would end up in the Fiction section.

Another experience I have that many others don’t is that I’ve been trained in the art of Konigun Ninjitsu.   Granted, I am not a master of it, but I have studied it out none the less.  But more on that later.

Also, I cannot spell with dirt.  I apologize for that aforetime.  Thank you.