you the reader are probably wondering how i know so much about our fallen hero...Well i was the young nerd at that time who lived three doors down from him..I had grown up there from the age of three..Unlike any normal kid who had a paper round, i had a part time job with Rob2 ..So i was privy to his inner thoughts and most of all his misguided experiments..It started off innocently to begin with...I remember his first experiment, he tried in vein to sew a frogs leg back on,after cutting it off with his brothers pen knife.It took two months to get that experiment out of his system and for him to come to terms that he wasn't a surgeon. I was so glad, being only nine at the time i insisted on burying the frogs and saying a small prare over there grave. The only reason he stopped,was after a comment his mother made of the garden, saying it looked like a mine Somme. So yes i was there from the beginning, i have the inner thoughts of the so called madman. You might have read Mein Kamp and thought what a sicko ,,well that reads like a fairy tale compared to ROB2"s youth, teens and finally manhood were his troubled mind ran wild.. These actual personal testiments i will publish will be upsetting for some....I only know two well that many look on Rob2 as our own Zorrow in the medical sector..So be ready for the truth.