My story begins by traveling down that long dark tunnel to the age of five.

This is my first recollection of the beginning of years of nightmares. These are dreams that a five year old has no right having. They are anywhere from horrific to prophetic. Some of them went on anywhere from days to weeks to months with the same recurring theme. What I like to call dream series.

It didnt take long to become a spooked child and I overcompensated by doing extreme stunts and performing foolish acts of bravery. I was quite the dare-devil. Dare me; Ill do it. I dont know if I was daring life to destroy me or just plain on a self destruct mission. The result is often the same. Somehow I lived to tell the tale. I would lie down in the road to see if cars would stop. Things like that.