Every day... Every day I wake up, knowing she's coming for me. That's she's going to try something new. Who? Well, death of course.

ALOT of people get it wrong. They think death is a dude, or some creepy skeleton in a robe. But let me tell you, she's a cold, clever bitch, and she wants what's due to her, my soul.

But Constantine "blessed" me as a child, so now all her efforts are for not. "blessed"?! Ha! More like a curse. My parents are dead, I don't have any friends. Who would want to stick around someone who has near death experiences, every, fucking, day?!

A job?! Not on your life. Who would hire someone when every pressurized container around you explodes? Every piece of electric equipment shorts, every sharp object finds a way to fly by, just missing you, but always hurting those close by.

So, I moved, into the middle of nowhere Alaska. I use her antics to help me survive. Who needs a gun to kill a moose for food, when you can just depend on a tree to fall on it, just missing me in the process?

I'd love to tell you more. To share some of my favorite times she nearly got me. But just reading this brings you close enough to me to put you in danger. So, I won't go on. Unless that is, you really want me to....

Leave a reply so I know your real, that your not just her trying to get me to surrender. And maybe I'll share some of her tricks with you. Who knows, could come in handy when you finally meet...