I feel ya Clinte. There is a very horrible, evil, destructive person inside me, waiting to be unleashed upon the world. I kept him buried for 20 years with the help of my parents, the clergy, and Scout leaders, even though neither they or I knew it at the time.

When I went away to college, and got away from all those things for the first time, he started to show his ugly head. He became known as "Toolie" among the people closest to me that began to see and feel his wrath. He is not an alternate personality, just me in an unstable condition.

But with the help of doctors, medications, and now just personal insight and will power, he is once again entombed in the labrynth that is my mind.