there was a time where i could once dance, brilliantly and wonderfully. those were in essence my wonder years. way back before things got complicated. before ex girlfriends smashed your knees with baseball bats, not out of spite or revenge, but purely because you possessed some supernatural trait that cause any girl you broke up with to turn into a vampire, and breaking the victims legs was the easiest way to subdue said victim. by the way did i say that victim was me? yeah it sucked but so do whores, and no one complains about them right? except for the government. And people with AIDS. Ironically it sucks to have AIDS...