I earned what I have between the legs of a table, exacted my contacts without a tax bracket. I've aggressively progressed exempt of attention, learning some lessons from Smith & Wesson. I am well known for being unknown, yet overwhelmed with being alone. I'm product of people with product producing regression afforded in a recession............. I am just fine... stabbed, shot, deaf, blind, Because what I live for is of a different kind. My battery is powered by family who cares, and the shame I would have if I couldn't be there. My soul is owned by those who shaped me, so to break it......... you need their key. My smile is tattooed and my frown is penciled, let's make my chaser the eraser!