The Bastard.
Don't care what you say, baby without a father is a bastard.
I know it's not true but I say it just to piss him off.
After all, he's my brother and I'm allowed.
Roughly five and a half years ago an outside force imposed itself upon my neck and it was a very painful, excruciating experience.
It sucked big time.
At the beginning, JC told me at the end it would be painless.
Trust me he said, no worries we'll get that crick in your neck fixed and when it's all straightened out you won't feel a thing.
and I didn't.
I just had to bitch, but it's tough to stay pissed at the man.

If it would have been just jumping off the temple for him that would have been one thing,
killing through the crusades threw the karma thing towards the other direction, pirating in the Caribbean sealed the deal that lifetime, but ministering as a Druid apparently didn't count.
So why did the bastard decide to give me a boon today?
Only he knows but he'd like to have me say...

If you're gonna flip me off put it up high and proud.
and because you are exclusively renegade,
Tell the crowd downtown I'm back and it's time to pay the piper.
Chautauqua first.

Throw all the darkness at the moon, get rid of it. Throw them all away. get rid of any detritus you have. throw it all away unto the darkness let that which is begat go back, destroy that potential. let it go. and be happy.