"Wow. I was a prolific son-of-a-bitch when I had nothing better to do."
-shadowknows69

Let me tell you a story of a lost soul. One lost to shadow and malaise and all the general nastiness that occurs when idle hands allows the devil to play. Let me tell you of an awakening and an exodus. Even, should you lend me your ear in the coming days, weeks or months, a story of how fire was stolen from the Gods and poor Prometheus had his liver torn out while chained to a rock for all his troubles. Let me tell you a tale of true love, at least as it should be according to the fairy tales. Let me tell you of freedom from addiction and how that is the true freedom that isn't free because you must pay the cost of daily diligence to maintain it. Finally, let me tell you of dreams. A tale of focusing on making the world better one person at a time instead of raging against imponderables and unconquerables and actually attempting to be that change. Starting with the self.

I am shadowknows69 and I used to hang round these parts for a spell. If you wish to know the lives I've lived since then. Let me know. I've a tale or two to tell. I doubt my political passion will please you fine people as it might have in the past. Instead I wish to make a name again, a monument if you will. A testament to last.

Ask me anything or ask me nothing or look in my journal to see where I've been. I'm different now and yet the same. It's time to begin again.

So out from the underground I emerged and the sun on my skin felt quite fine. So I believe I'll stay and bask here a while. Come along with me if you have the time.
-S