I am a man, at least this is what I have been told. I am a man of different sorts and different experiences. I am a man of whit and arm and someone with a modest version of charisma,
or at least I hope so.
I have lived a life or should I say that, somehow, I have spun around the sun more than 52 times.
I have seen great things. I have been to great places. And I have seen sad things and been to sad places.
I have endured and survived. At times, I have lost my freedom to the battles of self. I have been beaten back or retreated and found myself amongst the rubble of my own aftermath.
I know all about the weapons of mass, self-destruction.
I come as I am.
This is me. Right here.