Doug

Me? Nobody... that's the key word here... Nothing of value to anyone... I grew up in a trailer with a porch that was sturdier than the trailer it was attached to... not enough?Okey, well, I did graduate from high school (where I'm from that's an accomplishment). After I graduated I thought I might explore, so what was a brother from Alabama to do? Why get a banjo and learn 'Suzanna', that's what, so forgoing my formal education, I joined a bluegrass band and toured the states and Europe (God knows they love folk music over there). In Europe I was kidnapped by a roving band of gypsy's and forced to walk the tight rope night by night until I eventually sharpened a tent stake into a wicked dagger with which I murdered the circus leader and his henchman: the Awesome Henderson (the Strongman) and wrest control of the traveling band of gypsy's from their might. After a prolonged tour in eastern Europe, under the dark of night, I slipped away with the most of the profits of the gypsy's and started a new life over the sea in the states... Life was hard, until I learned that no one gave a f*ck where I came from, or what I did... All that really mattered to (most) people was who I was and what I stood for... I hadn't realized it yet, but that was the crucible... Who are you? What are you willing to live (or die) for? I asked meself, and we answered: We are at our best when we are being the best for our friends... the proof of ourselves is in the proof of our mates... whatever we may be involved in, we are never truly alone, as long as we have friends. A wise man once said: if you have more true friends than you have fingers on one hand, you are a truly a lucky man. I consider myself twice lucky.
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