After years of looking through the back door, the gap slowly widening, time ticking and the tap dripping I realised it was time to walk out through the front door. And would you believe it was locked. Now just left to learn harsh lessons and mistakes that could only be made by either the lost or the damned (or a mutant that’s a combination of both of these things) but as the clock ticks I need to figure some things out for someone’s sake atleast. And New York City may one day have no power and my milk may go sour but there won’t always be people to loathe or eventually in the most direst of situations love, that I know. But nowadays you seem to only need three things heart, soul and pussy. Now I leave you with this fuck the odds, make your own.