Who am I? You sure you wanna know?
The story of my life is not for the faint of heart.
If somebody said it was a happy little tale . . .
if somebody told you I’m just your average,
ordinary guy, not a care in the world . . . . . .
then somebody lied.
Don’t ever get to thinking that my life
is all about flowers and romance.
It is a tale of pain and sorrow,
longing and heartache, anger and betrayal.
But let me assure you, this . . .
like any story worth telling . . .
is all about a girl.
Except . . . in the beginning . . .
there had been no girl.
There had just been the pain and sorrow . . .
and the loss.
