Let me start you off with this: I ain't your average guy. I don't like sports, I know nothing about technology, I'm not the kind of guy who's desperately looking for love, and I certainly am not an attention fag. You see, I live far away from those types of guys. Me? Well, this is what I am: Tough as nails (physically and mentally), apathetic yet just lookin' out for my friends since they're all I got, and just your typical, average cowboy. But let me tell you that I ain't one of them cowboys who's constantly ridin' around on horses with a lasso screamin' "YEEE-HAWW!" to every damn person I see. Those kinds of cowboys live elsewhere. But yeah, I have a pistol handy when I need it, drinkin' and smokin' is always a good pastime for me depending on my mood, so I ain't that different from the types of cowboys you'd think about or see on television. But you know the guys I described earlier? Well you can find a lot of them at the Royal Academy or Candypalooza, but certainly not where I live. Oh yeah, and I don't have a shitload of friends (only 2, believe it or not) and I don't ask for much. But hell, if I met the kind of people I described earlier, none of them would understand me. I wouldn't "fit in". Sad thing is, I have a hard life and only 1 of the 2 of my friends get that. The one friend, who I'll tell you all about later, isn't really "normal", if you catch my drift. I'd say he's pretty fucked up. I wouldn't be surprised if he became a serial killer one of these days who's determined to gain power over the world. But I don't know. I'm guessin' you'll find that out a little later, eh? By the way, the name's Rusty, and this is my story…~