This journey begins many years ago when I was a young lad growing up during a period of discovery and enlightenment, of peace and prosperity. I, however, did not agree with this new world order. My world was one of chaos and distrust. The HSC seemed my smallest rival: my mother dead, father never home and my one friend lost in his own superiority. I had lost all hope. The HSC just brought more failure. Now my dreams were no longer in sight. I was on the brink of ending my life's journey.

The one recourse I had was my ability to fight. I never backed down from the opportunity to cause harm to another. I could not understand my anger; all I knew was that I felt better every time my fist collided with another's soul. It was my release, my salvation.

The moral of the story it seems: is that no matter how hopeless life seems there is always a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. You just need to find yours.

Sufficed to say, our first attempt was less than successful. We were arrested and sentenced to 5 years jail. I had hit rock bottom. I think this is as low as any person could possibly go.

Then, down in the dank, dark dungeons, someone said something to me I have never forgotten: "Don't you just love New Years? Everyone gets to start over". Now, I thought that was the most ridiculous thing I had ever heard, considering the situation. Never the less, I talked with this man for some time. I could not make out his face but I could sense his spirit near by, like an angel in the dark.

Now would you believe it? On only my second day in the clink I found myself in a fight with a guy twice my height. When I finally regained consciousness I realised they had thrown me in the hole. Now, they say that when man is at his worst they turn to God. Well I tell you

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