I'm taking a break. Some stuff has happened, some things are going to happen, and I just won't have time to rant for awhile. I guess I'll tell you the story, since it's mildly entertaining, and since some people would actually want an explanation as to why I'm not here anymore.

          I won't go into why it happened, that story is more personal than anything that I would post on this site, but there were a lot of lies about me involved. Those lies were told to the wrong people, I was alerted of this fact, and I knew that things were going to happen because of it.

          I started to receive death threats, and I knew that these people were capable of going through with them, so I confided in somebody that I trust immensely. I told her that in the case that I didn't show up, things had happened and that she was to tell my friends that I had moved. They would have found out eventually, but this was for now. I told her this yesterday.

         Today, I went through the day as I would any other day. I hung out, I built a deck, I went swimming, and I just generally enjoyed myself. I almost beat on an emo even, but he ran away. It wasn't until tonight that it happened. It was a couple of hours ago, maybe even more recently, the sun had just set, and I was walking over to a friend's house. I wasn't worried, because I figured the kid was an ok kid and that he had just been misinformed. It could happen to anyone. Being an ok kid, I figured he would fight like a man, not like a coward. However, on my way to my friend's three guys snuck up on me and tried to beat me. Maybe it didn't have anything to do with the lies, they weren't who I thought they would be and they didn't mention the lies at all, but I don't believe in coincidences. Anyway, these three guys are trying to beat me, and, even being as manly as I am, they had me outnumbered and they were beginning to succeed. Just as I began to pray, Steven Tyler answered my prayers and from down the street came my friend, David Bourke. I had never seen David fight, but I'm glad I saw him today, as he most likely saved my life. Together, the two of us proceeded to beat the shit out of the other three, and then we ran off, leaving one of them unconscious.

          Instead of losing my life, I came out with a busted ankle, a few cuts, some of which were definitely from a knife, and possibly a broken rib. Looking at me, you couldn't even tell I had been in a fight, except perhaps for the limp.

          After this fight, I decided to take a break from ranting, and from a few other things that I've been involved with. However, David is not only good in a fight, but also just as angry a person as I am. So, David will be taking over for awhile. He isn't the SuperPope, but he kicks all kinds of ass.

          Later.