It all started out with a trip to London. I suggested Italy first but David thought otherwise. Late one night after leaving the Slaughtered Lamb, we were attacked by a werewolf, ridiculous sounding I know. My pal David manages to walk away with a few gashes, I was not so lucky.
I was murdered an unnatural death and must now walk the Earth in Limbo until the werewolfs curse is lifted. David now continues the bloodline that must be severed.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
Even in death I’m still one hot bastard. If only Debbie Klein could see me now.
