I had a very easy life when I was little. My mother would coddle me and my father would encourage my irrational behavior. I had every kids dream.
Of course, it came with a price. I was, and am, a major jack-off. From first grade where I flipped the teachers dress up to show her underwear, to my freshman year of high school where I stole $300 from my friend Devin.
I didn't necessarily mean to be a bad kid. I just got ideas I thought were smart and followed through with them.
But now, in this new world, my quick thinking and successful scheming was useless. My angry attitude did nothing but ruin me. I was truly a monster.
I walked down the street with my now signature hammer, smashing things that looked just a little too put together for this town.
I broke vases. I tore apart curtains. I destroyed everything in my path, from already useless junk, to quite expensive items I may have wanted to steal in a past life.
I used cans of spray paint I found to write my name everywhere. JOHN on top of a bakery window. JOHN on the door of the barbers. A big JOHN written in the middle of the street, absolutely impossible to miss.
I had arrived, and wanted to bring my presence into this world with a bang.
