Ezra Cold's blog: "The Life and Times of EzraCold"

    I look back and realize that I am suffering the same fate of being forgotten as my father.  Not that those who know me (such few that can count under that heading) will forget me, but I have little record of my existence.  Few pictures, fewer still social images that prove what kind of individual I am.  My world will fade away and despite the things I have done... from the crimes I've commited and will forever carry the burden for, to the lives I have saved and will never take credit for.... all of these will be forgotten as my identity fades into the nothingness of time.  I stand in the shadows, I face the things that crawl and lurk there more often than most people even look at the shade on a hot day.  And yet I will fade away into the very same darkness.   It's a hint more than a humbling thought. 

     I carry no gun, I use only wit and on occasion a blade. I do not make the news overtly and never mentioned by name.  I am sure even this will go unread and mostly it is used as a sounding board for my own delusions and concepts.... anyway I must be off now...