Ya know…considerin' I ain't even got a second name, I don't have a birth certificate and no one knows my mind I have an unhealthy tendency to leave my mark on a place, don't I? What are ya starin' at boy? Never seen a drunk man before? Have I had too much to drink? Look bub, you try watchin an angel, a god damn goddess, die because she wants ta save ya…then, then while your reelin' from that, tryin' to be the strong one 'cos everyone else is flyin' apart in front of ya, she comes back to life. Like a miracle. Like she really is a Goddess. Then ya find out it ain't her. It's her body but that thing inside her head…twisted, gold, burnin'…that wasn't Jeannie.

Jeannie's mind was pink, soft baby pink – don't laugh at me boy unless ya wants to see what colour ya spleen is…her mind was soft baby pink, like a baby blanket always gentle…always lovin'…always…soft…nah. That weren't Jeannie's mind in the end.

The Phoenix they called her, this thing that had lived in her head like a…like a leech, like some damn parasite. She was so beautiful – Jeannie not the Phoenix. And this leech, parasite, Phoenix, whatever killed her…I mean, I killed her. In the end…Jeannie asked me too, she asked me…she asked me…she asked me to release her. I understood that. In the end. I ain't exactly gonna win a Mr Brain competition ya know? I mean, I got brains but I don't think like a woman.

Women think weird, ya know? Don't think Jeannie qualified as a woman either, she was a Goddess…have I already said that? Who cares it's the truth...

What? Yeah…I killed her…don't look at me like that bub it wasn't like I was beggin to do it. God…I can still hear the sound my claws made when…nah, no, nope, nada, I ain't supposed to be thinkin about this, that's why I'm here right? Right. Of course I'm right, what? You don't think I'm drinkin to forget? I ain't your average bum bub, I like my liver, really, we get along just fine, I ain't tryin t'kill it and it ain't tryin t'kill me…it's my brain I don't like. It makes me remember, remember the sound of my claws as they slid through her flesh, that smile as my Jeannie, my goddess, came back to me for those last few seconds and the soft baby pink blanket touch of her mind against mine before…before…anyway, don't tell me I've had too much to drink boy…don't tell me that when I've still got the scent of her perfume in my head…don't tell me that…