You should know, that I take pride in the fact I am a perfectly sane human being. I wake up in the morning and eat breakfast. I watch the news, or read the paper. I'm pretty normal actually, apart from my leg. I have a limp, though I've been told it's not real, that I made it up in my head. I fought in the war. I was shot. I take pride in the fact that I know what's real and what's not. I'm as I've said before, a perfectly sane human being. The story I plan on telling you can be beyond some person's comprehension. To those people; because you can't comprehend the brilliance of one man doesn't make the stories false. It's doesn't make the man a fake. I'll remind you once more, I am a perfectly sane human being. You could never convince me otherwise. I want to tell you about Sherlock Holmes. Yes, the same man you read about in the papers. The one that jumped off the roof of St. Bartholomew's Hospital. The same mad genius that could tell you your entire life story by getting a thirty second look at your mobile. I'd know because it happened to me. As a final reminder, I know reality from dream and hallucination from hard evidence. I fought in the war, and nothing I could see could possibly be enough to put me into shock. There's no other way around it, I saw what I saw and I know what I know. Blog's are a tedious thing, but I figured it was best to go out with a bang. So, I'll introduce myself on a final note.
My name is john Watson, and this is the story of how I fell in love with Sherlock Holmes