This is probably just gonna be a book full of sad memories to look back on my life. Like a journal that I post for everyone to read.

The rules are simple. Rule 1: stay with you're bag. Rule 2: aim for the head. Rule 3: always have a weapon. Rule 4: don't hesitate. Rule 5: double tap Rule 6: travel light. Rule 7: buddy system. Rule 8: don't trust anyone. Well... they were until Quentin March fucked everything up But, I'm getting a head of myself. I should probably start with my name. ---------- I'd just like to point out that this story Is not edited and won't be for a while so there will be TONS of mistakes. Read at your own risk.

CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN!