i guess its time to go into full disclosure mode and tell you about my life before i became the dragon. im sitting in this little shithole hotel thats got a five star rating waiting for edmond gonzales to return from his funeral. again i ramble fuck i never used to ramble. anyways back to my lifes story. i was your average kid until i was 12,my father was never home and my mom was slowly drinking herself to death(ha father she was right you would be the death of her.)When i was twelve father started injecting me with a tar-like substance called it my vitamins but i should never tell my mother. it went like this for years my father would come home and id get my vitamins whether or not i was asleep. if i was asleep it would always end up with me having nightmares about little demons running in my body tearing apart my soul. so just after my seventeenth birthday im lying in bed awake waiting for father to come home when i hear the door open. they argue for a minute which was unusual i havent heard them speak in a few weeks. im lying there waiting for the screaming to end when i hear a gunshot from downstairs cant quite pick out the gun but its big. i rush from my room only stopping to pick up the desert eagle .45 from the nightstand by the door and turn the corner to see father dearest covered in the top half of mothers missing head. i watched as a peice of brain matter fell from his hair and landed on his shoe. dont you hate how the worst part of memories will never leave you. he was holding a shotgun and turning it towards me. i did as i always said i did, i survived. i put two bullets in his chest but the first went straight through his forehead out the back splattering our front door with his skull. god i can still taste his blood in my mouth.i didnt know what to do so i did what dad always told me to do if he called me or something happened to him. i grabbed the rainy day fund,fathers hard drive, and all the ammunition we had for my de. i jumped on the harley my dad got me when he heard about my scholarship to harvard for my physics paper on string theory. i ran left san fernando valley behind and laid low at some shitty little whores motel. thats when i found out about jack blaze my brother, myself.
