There's was once a young guy who was addicted to playing musical instruments. This guy's addiction is a little above average. Most of the time, he has his earphones plugged in that silly-looking ears of his. And if he wasn't listening to music, he would be playing either the drums, the keyboard, or the guitar--his favorite. There was even a time in his life when he would unbelievably play the same songs over and over, day by day, to his heart's content, annoying his parents, his siblings, and the neighbors, from the moment he wakes up, 'til he's as sleepy as a newborn tiger. It's quite unbelievable, actually. But, he really just wanted to play and play, and somehow, he improved and learned a lot of techniques, studied enough to be teaching some people basics, and dreamed that he would earn cash through music...

This guy I told you about earlier had a friend who likes fighting. "His interest in fighting was just normal," a doctor said. But, like guy in the previous paragraph, he takes things up a notch sometimes--I guess that's an understatement. During his Junior year in High School, this guy enrolled in a full-contact karate club and kicked ass. Both in the dojo and out. He beat up anyone who tried his luck on a fist fight with him at school. He obviously has anger issues, but he hasn't quite realized that yet...

These two guys have a friend who writes. He used to write as the "eic" for his high school publication, but he rarely tells anyone this. He wasn't your usual bookworm writer, but he was into magazines and feature stories--especially when it's about culture, philosophy, fitness and health, and music. In college he stopped writing, because of his other hobbies, but got back in his Junior and Senior year, when he was accepted in the school pub...

God trolled the three, combined them, forming a half-dead bum punk stereotype creature--me.