I'm a son of a bitch, very dislikable but at the same time loveable. I like to do the opposite of what people say. I really like to piss people off and I like to read books. ummmm ...I'm into computers & movies and living life like a bat out of hell flying, shooting into the sky swallowing up as much freedom as I can. I act purely out of logic, but don't suppress my emotions. Most of this shit I'm pulling out of my arse 'cause I don't believe my profile on this site really means anything. If you met me in real life like today at my house I would be eating the original apple crisps. I like pirating stuff, attempting to hack & ... well I'll try anything illegal or legal just to do so, if I can get away with it. uh like i'm going to go now and explode other parts of this sight for sore eyes peace on the web ( Stop war)Many moons passed & the days grew shorter and so the nights were longer, jeffreys' brain had been in a comma for hours now, no weeks, I mean many moons. A stray cell phone data ray meshed into his spinal column, & hence thereforto into his celebral cortex. HE AWAKENED." Hello, Hello ", whimpered Jefe'. His body ached from coma induced sleeping on a bed of crack pipes, known as Pizzos."Does anyone have any Meth around here?", yelled Jeff down the dark light-less corridor."Is there anybody home?, I mean in here with me?", he shouted sarcastically, since he sensed no other physical presence but his own. But there was something else; a familiar tug in the lower portions of his brain below the fatty tissues of the celebral cortex, in the regions of the human brain that had evolved long before humans were sapiens, in the days when our ancestors were merely mammals."You know Mr Harris, if you delve deep enough into the murky abyss known as the human mind, you will find that at one level or another we are all for legged beast, being chased", boomed a James Earl Jones like voice from no particular direction, to the poor little human known as Jeff ,it felt like it was coming fround all directions."Yeah yeah whatever, and if William Wallace was here he'd shoot lightning bolts out his eyes' & fireballs out his arse", retorted Jefe in his usual condescending, disrespectful, laidback southern California accent."Just tell me who I am whoever you are, tell me ; WHO AM I? AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!