What's my name? I don't think you quite understand the meaning of anonymous Mr. Reporter. I'm sure
as hell that I don't need to know yours too, after all you're just an over glorified means to an end!
Wait sit down, I don't mean to come off as rude, I just happen to lack the necessary people skills, can
you believe it? Nearing death, old as the wind, yet I've barely understood people!
Ah! I had mentioned being as sure as hell, but how sure are we about such things, because the preacher
said it?
Oh, so you think your preacher is correct?
The unquestionable voices of god on earth you say?
Don't mind my laughing Mr. Reporter, knowing what I know, being who I am, there's little I can't help
but laugh at, even death! Speaking of which, are you aware why you are here?
Yes yes, to document the confessions of a "fixer".
Do you have an idea of what I do?
Yes, you handle the dirty work for the rich!
No, I'm not that kind of fixer, at least not the Hollywood version you know of. Ha! Hollywood, do you
know it's the same as the name of a tree Witches are believed to have carved their wands from, the
spells they cast on your feeble minds!
Where do we start? Well you're the professional, ask away?
My life story?
I was born just like any other person, I...