"Allow me to start off by writing a few things.
I am to be reffered to as:
-Nasty
-Big Nasty
-Mr Nasty
-Mr Big Nasty
If this becomes a problem, feel free to leave my page, and never read my poetry/books again. What's that? You leaving? Nah...didn't think so. Know this. I aint trying to be the greatest. Heaven knows i aint never gonna be on your playlist. If you have fears, face it. If you gonna say sh**, say it" B.I.G. Nasty, 8th June, 1996.
Another note. Mr. Nasty wakes up every morning and ask himself 'the question'. Not any old question. A specific one. One that cannot be answered. This is why it is asked every morning. Let's focus on this question. It cannot be answered by words. It must be experienced. With time, comes experience. So with time, might he find the answer to this question? Perhaps. Although, he has a problem. Time is running out. His days are numbered. Join him, help him overcome his struggle by simply reading the material that he posts on this website. This isin't a plea. Dont get it twisted. This is spittin' from the heart. Keeping it real. You don't want him sugar coating things do you? Nah. You want him to be real. To be nasty. In fact, nasty deserves a capital 'n'. So let's try again. You want him to be real. To be Nasty. Yeah. So here you are, in front of a computer screen, reading this message, thinking 'Who is this Mr. Nasty, and why does he sound so desperate? Also, why is some dude speaking for him? Why doesn't he have the decency to talk to us? Rather than get his boyfriend to write for him?'. Mr. Nasty will forgive you for that last line. He doesn't have boyfriends okay? Cos he isin't gay. It wouldn't be practical. Mr. Nasty also notices how many questions you have. He starts laughing. Or crying. It's hard to tell. He wishes to say another few lines. So he says it.
"Through-out this journey, you'll start to feel restless. I know you will. You'll be thinking 'I'm tired of this man that refers to himself as Nasty or whatever, also, I don't get him. Why does he need our help? I wish he'd actually be straight with me, and say something every now and then.''....Well, I understand this completely. So as you start this journey, I'll be sure to meet your requirments. Just like you'll meet mine. I hereby swear, on this ghetto bible, that i will speak to my reader once every chapter. And if i fail to do so, i'll just try not to do it again. Satisfied? No? Yes? Ah. You're the silent type. Fair enough. You're probably in awe. Hell, why wouldn't you be, considering th-" B.I.G. Nasty, june 8th, 1997.
Mr Nasty is a fair man. He is humble. But he's too proud. You won't hear him beg. Nah, never.
A last couple of things.
Mr Nasty is suicidal. He's suicidal like there's no tomorrow...
No-one knows what the B.I.G. in his name stands for.
As the years go on, stories will be posted on this profile. Study them. Enjoy them. Learn what his problem is, and help him on his journey to wherever. Is that a yes? No? You really are the silent type.
