It wasn't that I didn't want to write this prologue. I was forced by the powers that be ( Lord Voldemort and Mr Bean). So I couldn't be happier explaining to you, my constant reader, that despite the photographs and the vodka I was not inducted in the hall of fame for obvious reasons and also the coffee table. So I ask you this. Could you or could you not want the unwanted toy that works only when it's broken? I didn't think so. That's why I ask you to keep an open mind while we embark on this adventure tonight and don't think too much about the pugs and Ray Liotta's toenails in the bath tub. Don't think about Ray Liotta. You're thinking about Ray Liotta aren't you? Anyway. Like I said. Keep an open mind but don't open it too much because your brain might fall out....
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Mister Sandman
RandomMike is finally coming to terms after a traumatic experience at a young age. The future is finally looking bright. But everything is not as it seems.
