I am the product of my creators. So, I am at no fault for how I acted all the way up until I was… Let’s say 15. At 15, I guess I started making my own choices. Good for me right? You see, 15 was when I decided to run away from my crappy life. Thinking that my placement on the planet would make my life better. It doesn’t, just so we’re clear. You can get rid of one bully, but another one just comes along and takes their place. It’s a vicious circle and it’s hard being the nice guy in a cruddy neighbourhood. I think there is a sign on my head. One just like a Woolies (an Australian supermarket) reusable bag, i guess my motto was: “Use me again and again”.