Disclaimer: Pokemon are not my creation. If I thought they were, I sure the WB would send the "Dancing Frog" to my house to kick-in my knee caps. So, until they accept my offer, they WB still runs the show.
Arthor's Note: Ok, just as promised. Here is the first Chapter. I don't have anything witty to say, so enjoy.
Chapter 1
Ash, my son. I remember the first time I saw him. He was in his crib at the hospital's nursery.Eyes dark with wander and promise, hair black as the night, looks just like his Pop. I knew then and there he was going to be something special. Weather it was to become a doctor, a police man or even a trainer like his old dad. I could tell, just in those few minutes seeing him, he had a magic to him.
Shortly after Ash was born, we returned to Viridian City, my home town. As soon as we got there, I decided to accomplish another one of my long term dreams. I wanted to Viridian City to have it's own Pokemon Gym.
Although we didn't have much money, being a Pokemon Master did have it's perks. So, with a little big-wigging, I pulled a few strings and in no-time, Viridian City had it's own Pokemon Gym.
Trainers from all over came to challenge the new Gym and it's Pokemon Master leader. Viridian City had the nickname as the 'badgeless gym', because no one could beat the Gym Leader, or have seen the badge.
Lara was so proud of me. She always helped out with the Gym, wither it was to help clean the floors, wash the window, or even be my own personal cheering squad. She was always there for me. And Ash was always right along with her.
He loved coming to the Gym to see his father battle trainers. And after the match, he would go and play with all the pokemon. Even though he was five years old then, I could tell he had a strong bond with them. Probably stronger than me. That's when I decided ask him if he wanted to be a trainer.
"You bet" he said. I could see the determination in his eyes. He reminded me of myself at his age. "I'm going to be the greatest trainer ever."
"Better than your dear old father" I asked, amused to his response.
"Yup!" He cheerfully answered "When I'm old enough and get my own pokemon. This gym is where I'm going to get my first badge."
I laughed to myself. "I bet you will. I bet you will. So, in the mean time, would you like me to teach you, a few things?" I asked. He clenched his fists and nodded his head. 'All right son, we'll start tomorrow."
After that, the two of us were unseparable. For the next three years, everywhere I went little Ash tagged right along too. I guess I was the little guy's hero. He even started to dress like me. Jeans, Pokemon Trainer jacket, but he sent away to get his own Pokemon League Hat. It was his most prized possession. He was the spitting image of me . As I started to work with Ash I totally was surprised, he took to pokemon like a Psyduck to water.
I taught him some of my Pokemon battle techniques, but after a while he started coming up with ones of his own. We would practice everyday in our backyard. I tried to tell Ash everything I know about Pokemon, but I know he can only remember so much. The one thing I always did stress though was you have to treat your Pokemon with love and respect. This lesson, didn't seem to take long to sent in. He already loved Pokemon, no matter what the type. That which took me so long to understand, was so natural to him. That was when I then believed that Ash will, be greatest trainer ever.
"Alright Ash," I said one afternoon. "Let's see how well you've learned. I challenge you to a Pokemon battle."
"I accept," His small scratchy voice said. Eyes peering under his oversized Pokemon League Hat.
"Let's See. Since this is your first battle I think we should do a 1on 1 battle." I stated.
"Ok" I could hear a little bit of disappointment in his voice. 'he probably wanted to start with a 3on 3.' I thought. But he has to learn you gotta crawl before you can walk.
"Ok Ash, you can choose from anyone of my Pokemon." I only had about twenty though. I didn't believe in quantity only quality. These twenty helped me gain my title and help me maintain my streak in the Gym. They were all that I needed.
"Let's See" Ash held his chin with his hand, I could tell he was racking his brain hard. "I think I will choose....Haunter!!" I was a little surprised. Haunter was one of my favorites. He was the one that help me win the last match at the Indigo Leagues
"Ok, I will choose Machop" I said, anxious to start the battle.
"Ha, Hey Dad you know fighting Pokemon can't even touch Ghost Pokemon." he laugh at my seemingly obvious blunder.
"We'll See my son, well see. Ok, Now the match can begin." I paused and turned my hat to the back "Machop I choose you" I threw the Pokeball and in a flash of red and white light appeared the small fighting dynamo, Machop.
Ash seeing my actions mimicked them too. Hat turned to the back he shouted "Haunter, I choose you" He threw the Pokeball and with the same type red and white light appeared the chillingly haunting, Haunter.
Ash wasting no time shouted "Haunter, end it quick use Psychic!" Haunter nodded, as he narrowed his eyes. The leaves around all of us, blew in a sudden gust. The winds started to pick-up in velocity. Haunter emitted a strange white light around his body. The winds, now howling, started to grow more and more violent, then drew in front of Haunter. The strong currents of air formed a ball of compressed force about the size of Haunter's body. Haunter narrowed his eyes again and the ball shot off in Machop's direction.
Perceiving this attack in advice I shouted "Machop, Barrier!" Machop nodded also. Then he spread his arms to the side. Clenched both his fist as a sphere of light blue aura surround him. Machop saw the oncoming Psychic wave and braced for the attack. The two powers collided. There was a flash of blinding light, the winds grew intense, from the disruption of the two forces. But in the end both Pokemon stood, unfazed, waiting for their next instructions.
Ash zoned out for a minute. The images of the sight we just witness, were still trying to process in his mind. I saw my opportunity. "Machop, Thunder Punch!"
The small warrior, dash toward the ghost with almost blinding speed. He held out his fist as the small currents of electricity flow through his hand. Ash regaining his senses shouted "Haunter, Use your Confuse Ray." But it was too late. Machop struck, the impact of the attack caused a small explosion sending the ghost pokemon hurtling into a tree. It howled in pain as the bolts of electricity coursed it's way through his body.
"Haunter!!!" Ash cried in concern for his partner.
"He's OK." I reassured Ash. "He's allot tougher than you think."
Just as I said that, Haunter shook off the last remain effects of the attack. "Machop, finish him off with another Thunder Punch." I commanded. Machop wound-up his arm and lets the electricity channel it's way through his arm again. Seeing his target, Machop darted off again.
Ash was thrown off the first time, but he didn't intend to make the same mistake twice. "Haunter, Teleport, then when you reappear use Lick" techniques heard, Haunter grinned. 'the kid has talent after all' it thought 'but first I want to have a little fun.'
The tiny battler approach the ghost pokemon, he drew back. Just then Haunter Eyes bogged out, his mouth elongated, and he stuck his tongue at the Machop. Machop, was thrown-off guard totally by the ghost's ridiculous Taunt. In the background you could hear my hysterical laughter.
"WAAA!! HAUNTER!!!," Ash was furious "Dad, what's going on? What did Haunter just do?" he demanded.
I tried to muster up enough will power to answer my confused son. "Ash, (chuckle) that's is one of Haunter's moves (chuckle) it's called Taunt. It's not really an attack, but it can be a diversion." then I broke off into laughter again.
"So why did it do it now Dad, when it's so important to win," Ash ask still a little frustrated. "and why do you think it's so funny" the last part came out in more of annoyance than frustration.
"Ash, wining isn't the most important thing. I want you to learn from this. Your Grandfather and I never did anything like this. He thought Pokemon were just over-grown pets. I had to learn everything on my own. It was really hard and sometimes I thought I could never make it but here I am." Ash put his hands in his pocket and looked down to the ground. "I'm doing this so you won't have to struggle with your training like I had to. And..oh yeah, that technique Haunter just did, was one of the moves that help me win in the Indigo Leagues. So when, ever Haunter does it, it always makes me laugh."
"Really" Ash said, attitude brightening up.
"You betcha. So now enough talk, I still have a match to win. And if you look at the field, it appears that Haunter has disappeared."
Ash looked, at the field. Yup, he's not around. "Haunter!!!" Ash cried out.
"HAUNT!!! HAUNT!!" echoed through the field.
"Where is he? Dad." Ash asked.
"Oh he's hiding somewhere. Remember you did ask him to Teleport. It's not like, he's going to appear right in the open." I answered. "Alright" I stated returning to battlemode. "Machop, when he reappears use Hyper Beam. That should finish it."
Order being heard, Machop cupped his hands and drew his arms back. There was a slight humming, then a blaze of light, as the energy started to build in Machop's hands. Machop scanned the area, looking for his opponent. Strong rays of light and power illuminated the whole field. From a dark part of the yard the an unearthly cry could be heard. "HAUNT, HAUNT!"
Machop sensing his adversary, brought his hands forward and released the major disruption of power. The beam flew throw the air with the voracity of a hurricane. Even though Ash and I had a good safe distance from the blast, the sheer thought of that much power was still astounding. The beam hit. BOOOM!!! Creating an explosion that was a complement of both light and raw power. Pieces of dust and debris in the air, made visibility impossible.
"Ash you Ok?" I ask, looking him over. I couldn't help to show my concern. 'This is my son' I realize 'I can't battle him like other trainers.'
Ash jumps to his feet and throw up two fingers. "I'm O.K.!" I look him up and down. He never ceases to amaze me. I look him up and down again. "Hey, where you learn that?"
"Oh, I saw an old picture of Grandpa. He had long hair and beads. And he was holding his hand like this." He demonstrated the peace sign again.
"I've seen that picture...and I think it looks better on you than your Granddad." We both laughed. "Say... you know son. That really does look natural on you. You should do that as your 'Pose'."
"My Pose," Ash repeated.
"Yeah, you know like when you win and or get a badge, or whenever." I explained. "And your 'Pose' is your own special thing, that sets you apart from all the other trainers."
"Really, cool. My own, Pose" he spoke to himself.
"Hey, you can do it right now, even." I stated.
"What do you mean, I haven't won yet."
"Check out, Machop' I said. While I pointed to the battlefield. Ash turns his head and catches my view. In the field, he sees Machop arms still out stretched like he was frozen in time. We both can see his muscles tensing every couple of seconds. Then a shadowy figure comes out from behind him. "HAUNT! HAUNT!"
The ghastly spirit floated around the helpless pokemon, waving his arms in the air for victory. "YAH HOOO!!!!" Ash shouted. As he ran over to Haunter and gave it the biggest hug ever. "We won Haunter!!! I can't believe it!" He spun around, two fingers in the air. "I'm the Champ!!!" he cheered.
"Congratulations Ash!!!" applauded. "I must say, you surprised even me. But you know we have to have a rematch someday."
"It's ok, Dad. I just have to beat you again."
"Oh OK, Mr. Pokemon Master we'll see who beats who." I grinned.
I dispersed the Pokemon back into there Pokeballs and I noticed that Ash was very quiet for a couple of seconds. I could tell his little 8 year old mind was trying to working out something. "Hey, what's the matter son." I asked, a little curious.
"It's nothing dad." Ash started "It's just that Machop's a fighter."
"Yeah," I answered.
"Well, didn't he use Barrier and Hyper beam? I thought those were high leveled psychic moves."
I was a little taking back "Umm I thought you weren't paying attention. Well, that is true in most cases but, I've had Machop for long time. I know that most fighting pokemon are weak against psychics so, I worked with him to get over that hump. Now he can battle some of the strongest psychics around, with no problem."
"Wow Dad. I never knew pokemon could do that." Ash face lit up.
"Yeah, Son. I believe that any pokemon, with a good trainer to help it, can probably do anything. Hmph...even teach a Meowth how to talk." I joked. We both laughed at that one.
"Dad, your weird" Ash kidded
"Maybe, but don't underestimate your pokemon. They can do anything..." I was interrupted, by a heavenly voice.
"Boys!!!" Lara shouted " Lunch is ready." She gave us both a beautiful smile. "Hurry up, before it gets cold."
I turned to Ash "Come on Ash, let's get some grub"
"yeah." Ash race inside to join Lara. "Hey Mom, guess what me and Dad did...." was all I heard as he was retelling the events of the afternoon. I looked at the yard, still in a little awe. 'I still can't believe the little guy beat me.' I thought 'Oh well, can't wait for the rematch.' I concluded as my thoughts were interrupted by my grumbling stomach.
When I think about it now, that was probably the happiest time in my life. The Gym still had it's record, (despite the fact I lost, in a outside the gym match) Ash was on his way to be a great trainer, and my marriage and love with Lara was stronger than ever. If I died right there I could have died happy. But fate had other motives. Events came in my life, that caused me not only to lose everything I had, but everyone my heart held dear. Maybe it would have been better if I died, then at least I would not have to endure the horror that my life now holds.
THE MEMOIRS OF SAGE KETCHUM
End of Chapter 1
That's it. Hope you enjoy it. The next part should come out soon. (snicker, snicker).
Just kidding, i will try to get it out as soon as i can.
Hey I'm still new to this so as always. Comments, Concerns, Complications, or Questionsns can go to Legacychaos@aol.com.
PLEASE I WANT YOUR THOUGHTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! no pressure.
Arthor's Note: Ok, just as promised. Here is the first Chapter. I don't have anything witty to say, so enjoy.
Chapter 1
Ash, my son. I remember the first time I saw him. He was in his crib at the hospital's nursery.Eyes dark with wander and promise, hair black as the night, looks just like his Pop. I knew then and there he was going to be something special. Weather it was to become a doctor, a police man or even a trainer like his old dad. I could tell, just in those few minutes seeing him, he had a magic to him.
Shortly after Ash was born, we returned to Viridian City, my home town. As soon as we got there, I decided to accomplish another one of my long term dreams. I wanted to Viridian City to have it's own Pokemon Gym.
Although we didn't have much money, being a Pokemon Master did have it's perks. So, with a little big-wigging, I pulled a few strings and in no-time, Viridian City had it's own Pokemon Gym.
Trainers from all over came to challenge the new Gym and it's Pokemon Master leader. Viridian City had the nickname as the 'badgeless gym', because no one could beat the Gym Leader, or have seen the badge.
Lara was so proud of me. She always helped out with the Gym, wither it was to help clean the floors, wash the window, or even be my own personal cheering squad. She was always there for me. And Ash was always right along with her.
He loved coming to the Gym to see his father battle trainers. And after the match, he would go and play with all the pokemon. Even though he was five years old then, I could tell he had a strong bond with them. Probably stronger than me. That's when I decided ask him if he wanted to be a trainer.
"You bet" he said. I could see the determination in his eyes. He reminded me of myself at his age. "I'm going to be the greatest trainer ever."
"Better than your dear old father" I asked, amused to his response.
"Yup!" He cheerfully answered "When I'm old enough and get my own pokemon. This gym is where I'm going to get my first badge."
I laughed to myself. "I bet you will. I bet you will. So, in the mean time, would you like me to teach you, a few things?" I asked. He clenched his fists and nodded his head. 'All right son, we'll start tomorrow."
After that, the two of us were unseparable. For the next three years, everywhere I went little Ash tagged right along too. I guess I was the little guy's hero. He even started to dress like me. Jeans, Pokemon Trainer jacket, but he sent away to get his own Pokemon League Hat. It was his most prized possession. He was the spitting image of me . As I started to work with Ash I totally was surprised, he took to pokemon like a Psyduck to water.
I taught him some of my Pokemon battle techniques, but after a while he started coming up with ones of his own. We would practice everyday in our backyard. I tried to tell Ash everything I know about Pokemon, but I know he can only remember so much. The one thing I always did stress though was you have to treat your Pokemon with love and respect. This lesson, didn't seem to take long to sent in. He already loved Pokemon, no matter what the type. That which took me so long to understand, was so natural to him. That was when I then believed that Ash will, be greatest trainer ever.
"Alright Ash," I said one afternoon. "Let's see how well you've learned. I challenge you to a Pokemon battle."
"I accept," His small scratchy voice said. Eyes peering under his oversized Pokemon League Hat.
"Let's See. Since this is your first battle I think we should do a 1on 1 battle." I stated.
"Ok" I could hear a little bit of disappointment in his voice. 'he probably wanted to start with a 3on 3.' I thought. But he has to learn you gotta crawl before you can walk.
"Ok Ash, you can choose from anyone of my Pokemon." I only had about twenty though. I didn't believe in quantity only quality. These twenty helped me gain my title and help me maintain my streak in the Gym. They were all that I needed.
"Let's See" Ash held his chin with his hand, I could tell he was racking his brain hard. "I think I will choose....Haunter!!" I was a little surprised. Haunter was one of my favorites. He was the one that help me win the last match at the Indigo Leagues
"Ok, I will choose Machop" I said, anxious to start the battle.
"Ha, Hey Dad you know fighting Pokemon can't even touch Ghost Pokemon." he laugh at my seemingly obvious blunder.
"We'll See my son, well see. Ok, Now the match can begin." I paused and turned my hat to the back "Machop I choose you" I threw the Pokeball and in a flash of red and white light appeared the small fighting dynamo, Machop.
Ash seeing my actions mimicked them too. Hat turned to the back he shouted "Haunter, I choose you" He threw the Pokeball and with the same type red and white light appeared the chillingly haunting, Haunter.
Ash wasting no time shouted "Haunter, end it quick use Psychic!" Haunter nodded, as he narrowed his eyes. The leaves around all of us, blew in a sudden gust. The winds started to pick-up in velocity. Haunter emitted a strange white light around his body. The winds, now howling, started to grow more and more violent, then drew in front of Haunter. The strong currents of air formed a ball of compressed force about the size of Haunter's body. Haunter narrowed his eyes again and the ball shot off in Machop's direction.
Perceiving this attack in advice I shouted "Machop, Barrier!" Machop nodded also. Then he spread his arms to the side. Clenched both his fist as a sphere of light blue aura surround him. Machop saw the oncoming Psychic wave and braced for the attack. The two powers collided. There was a flash of blinding light, the winds grew intense, from the disruption of the two forces. But in the end both Pokemon stood, unfazed, waiting for their next instructions.
Ash zoned out for a minute. The images of the sight we just witness, were still trying to process in his mind. I saw my opportunity. "Machop, Thunder Punch!"
The small warrior, dash toward the ghost with almost blinding speed. He held out his fist as the small currents of electricity flow through his hand. Ash regaining his senses shouted "Haunter, Use your Confuse Ray." But it was too late. Machop struck, the impact of the attack caused a small explosion sending the ghost pokemon hurtling into a tree. It howled in pain as the bolts of electricity coursed it's way through his body.
"Haunter!!!" Ash cried in concern for his partner.
"He's OK." I reassured Ash. "He's allot tougher than you think."
Just as I said that, Haunter shook off the last remain effects of the attack. "Machop, finish him off with another Thunder Punch." I commanded. Machop wound-up his arm and lets the electricity channel it's way through his arm again. Seeing his target, Machop darted off again.
Ash was thrown off the first time, but he didn't intend to make the same mistake twice. "Haunter, Teleport, then when you reappear use Lick" techniques heard, Haunter grinned. 'the kid has talent after all' it thought 'but first I want to have a little fun.'
The tiny battler approach the ghost pokemon, he drew back. Just then Haunter Eyes bogged out, his mouth elongated, and he stuck his tongue at the Machop. Machop, was thrown-off guard totally by the ghost's ridiculous Taunt. In the background you could hear my hysterical laughter.
"WAAA!! HAUNTER!!!," Ash was furious "Dad, what's going on? What did Haunter just do?" he demanded.
I tried to muster up enough will power to answer my confused son. "Ash, (chuckle) that's is one of Haunter's moves (chuckle) it's called Taunt. It's not really an attack, but it can be a diversion." then I broke off into laughter again.
"So why did it do it now Dad, when it's so important to win," Ash ask still a little frustrated. "and why do you think it's so funny" the last part came out in more of annoyance than frustration.
"Ash, wining isn't the most important thing. I want you to learn from this. Your Grandfather and I never did anything like this. He thought Pokemon were just over-grown pets. I had to learn everything on my own. It was really hard and sometimes I thought I could never make it but here I am." Ash put his hands in his pocket and looked down to the ground. "I'm doing this so you won't have to struggle with your training like I had to. And..oh yeah, that technique Haunter just did, was one of the moves that help me win in the Indigo Leagues. So when, ever Haunter does it, it always makes me laugh."
"Really" Ash said, attitude brightening up.
"You betcha. So now enough talk, I still have a match to win. And if you look at the field, it appears that Haunter has disappeared."
Ash looked, at the field. Yup, he's not around. "Haunter!!!" Ash cried out.
"HAUNT!!! HAUNT!!" echoed through the field.
"Where is he? Dad." Ash asked.
"Oh he's hiding somewhere. Remember you did ask him to Teleport. It's not like, he's going to appear right in the open." I answered. "Alright" I stated returning to battlemode. "Machop, when he reappears use Hyper Beam. That should finish it."
Order being heard, Machop cupped his hands and drew his arms back. There was a slight humming, then a blaze of light, as the energy started to build in Machop's hands. Machop scanned the area, looking for his opponent. Strong rays of light and power illuminated the whole field. From a dark part of the yard the an unearthly cry could be heard. "HAUNT, HAUNT!"
Machop sensing his adversary, brought his hands forward and released the major disruption of power. The beam flew throw the air with the voracity of a hurricane. Even though Ash and I had a good safe distance from the blast, the sheer thought of that much power was still astounding. The beam hit. BOOOM!!! Creating an explosion that was a complement of both light and raw power. Pieces of dust and debris in the air, made visibility impossible.
"Ash you Ok?" I ask, looking him over. I couldn't help to show my concern. 'This is my son' I realize 'I can't battle him like other trainers.'
Ash jumps to his feet and throw up two fingers. "I'm O.K.!" I look him up and down. He never ceases to amaze me. I look him up and down again. "Hey, where you learn that?"
"Oh, I saw an old picture of Grandpa. He had long hair and beads. And he was holding his hand like this." He demonstrated the peace sign again.
"I've seen that picture...and I think it looks better on you than your Granddad." We both laughed. "Say... you know son. That really does look natural on you. You should do that as your 'Pose'."
"My Pose," Ash repeated.
"Yeah, you know like when you win and or get a badge, or whenever." I explained. "And your 'Pose' is your own special thing, that sets you apart from all the other trainers."
"Really, cool. My own, Pose" he spoke to himself.
"Hey, you can do it right now, even." I stated.
"What do you mean, I haven't won yet."
"Check out, Machop' I said. While I pointed to the battlefield. Ash turns his head and catches my view. In the field, he sees Machop arms still out stretched like he was frozen in time. We both can see his muscles tensing every couple of seconds. Then a shadowy figure comes out from behind him. "HAUNT! HAUNT!"
The ghastly spirit floated around the helpless pokemon, waving his arms in the air for victory. "YAH HOOO!!!!" Ash shouted. As he ran over to Haunter and gave it the biggest hug ever. "We won Haunter!!! I can't believe it!" He spun around, two fingers in the air. "I'm the Champ!!!" he cheered.
"Congratulations Ash!!!" applauded. "I must say, you surprised even me. But you know we have to have a rematch someday."
"It's ok, Dad. I just have to beat you again."
"Oh OK, Mr. Pokemon Master we'll see who beats who." I grinned.
I dispersed the Pokemon back into there Pokeballs and I noticed that Ash was very quiet for a couple of seconds. I could tell his little 8 year old mind was trying to working out something. "Hey, what's the matter son." I asked, a little curious.
"It's nothing dad." Ash started "It's just that Machop's a fighter."
"Yeah," I answered.
"Well, didn't he use Barrier and Hyper beam? I thought those were high leveled psychic moves."
I was a little taking back "Umm I thought you weren't paying attention. Well, that is true in most cases but, I've had Machop for long time. I know that most fighting pokemon are weak against psychics so, I worked with him to get over that hump. Now he can battle some of the strongest psychics around, with no problem."
"Wow Dad. I never knew pokemon could do that." Ash face lit up.
"Yeah, Son. I believe that any pokemon, with a good trainer to help it, can probably do anything. Hmph...even teach a Meowth how to talk." I joked. We both laughed at that one.
"Dad, your weird" Ash kidded
"Maybe, but don't underestimate your pokemon. They can do anything..." I was interrupted, by a heavenly voice.
"Boys!!!" Lara shouted " Lunch is ready." She gave us both a beautiful smile. "Hurry up, before it gets cold."
I turned to Ash "Come on Ash, let's get some grub"
"yeah." Ash race inside to join Lara. "Hey Mom, guess what me and Dad did...." was all I heard as he was retelling the events of the afternoon. I looked at the yard, still in a little awe. 'I still can't believe the little guy beat me.' I thought 'Oh well, can't wait for the rematch.' I concluded as my thoughts were interrupted by my grumbling stomach.
When I think about it now, that was probably the happiest time in my life. The Gym still had it's record, (despite the fact I lost, in a outside the gym match) Ash was on his way to be a great trainer, and my marriage and love with Lara was stronger than ever. If I died right there I could have died happy. But fate had other motives. Events came in my life, that caused me not only to lose everything I had, but everyone my heart held dear. Maybe it would have been better if I died, then at least I would not have to endure the horror that my life now holds.
THE MEMOIRS OF SAGE KETCHUM
End of Chapter 1
That's it. Hope you enjoy it. The next part should come out soon. (snicker, snicker).
Just kidding, i will try to get it out as soon as i can.
Hey I'm still new to this so as always. Comments, Concerns, Complications, or Questionsns can go to Legacychaos@aol.com.
PLEASE I WANT YOUR THOUGHTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! no pressure.