My life has had two sides: the pure fires of hell and the soft touch of heaven.
My life has always been weird. I grew up with a Dad that lived in the dark parts of the world and never cared for me, I can safely say.
I did get to travel the world, but to the places that normal people never got to see. I walked the criminal underworld with my Dad.
I was his little errand boy and sacrificial lamb. A boy never forgets the day his own flesh and blood leaves him for dead.
But that's a story for a different day. Why dwell on the hell you walked when you found heaven?
I will never forget the day they found me, the day I got shown what true compassion felt like. They took me in,
tended to my wounds, watched over me when I was healing and always tried to keep me smiling.
The feeling was strange but yet so good. They never gave up on me no matter how much trouble I got into.
Even the day my Dad and his goons showed up they didn't leave me. After that day I swore I would do anything for these
people and i would always strive to keep them smiling as they did for me even if our last show here in Chernarus
left us stuck in a strange land with the dead rising.
COME ONE, COME ALL - TO THE GREATEST PLACE ON EARTH: THE CARNIVAL OF DREAMS