Category Archive

“I’ve always been the solution to many different problems.  It’s why I was always the one Zeus called upon every time he needed someone to do what needed to be done and he couldn’t spare to part with Ares.  I was the solution to everything”  “I missed … Read More

Jackson, I feel like we’ve been close enough that I can speak honestly and frankly with you.  I’m never going to be the father of the year, but you know that I’ve fought passionately for Michaela.  When I thought she … Read More

We open on Harold Attano a depressing aura of darkness surrounds him.  “This all coming… Unglued, that word hangs over my head like the sword of Damocles.”  Harold’s head hangs in sorrow as he speaks.  “You know Felix, I think … Read More

Harold sits, miserable, locked in a cage, across from him, the man keeping him from his daughter.  “You know, her mother left me a letter… she thanked me for the moments we had between chaos.  She told me that she … Read More

At the last show, Night asked me point-blank…  “What the fuck do you know about redemption?”  My answer is simple, not fucking much.  Because if I knew what redemption felt like, I would also know what forgiveness feels like.  You … Read More

“I’m a bad man, I realize that.  I realized that all too late.  I tried to justify my own hypocrisy as I was just taking out the trash.”  “I thought I was just keeping the peace as bodies piled up … Read More

Legacy, it’s something handed down, generation to generation.  It’s something carried on from generation to generation, whether it’s passed down through blood or a mentor teaching the next in line.  Some people get their legacy from the father…  Some get … Read More

Hero… It’s a word thrown around flagrantly in a world with so many who want to be saved.  You get men and women who want to be that person they want to be seen as the savior.  They want to … Read More

We open in a dark room, Harold Attano sits polishing and sharpening a set of daggers in a bandolier laid on a table before him.  “The truth is a fickle thing, Night.  I hope you understand that.  Especially if you … Read More

My family never gave a fiddler’s fuck about me; they were always obsessed with my brothers and sisters.    They got priority while I was shoved to the background.  It’s probably why I’ve looked to align myself with everyone I … Read More