For every piece of me I cut away, the more I become. I write therefore I whine. But like Ozzy might have said, to whine is fine but to beat the whiner to death with a bottle of whiskey is quicker. I'm twenty-five. No wife, no children. No money. If you want to read more, then I got a portfolio full. Go, read, rate and review! If you're nice, maybe I¨ll do you one too. Seriously, I'm more than happy to rip you to shreds. It beats sitting on Facebook or wrestling with the blank page.