What started as simple revelry on a night full of mayhem and adventure turned into a force of reckoning. A Spirit filled with fantasy, adventure, creation, a knack for danger and no reverence for the word fear.
Some say he was born to be an Alter Ego, a Creative Outlet.
Others believe his existence was always so.
I have gone a time, quietly with out him. Now he no longer sleeps. I am that I am. And there is one thing I have come to realize.
Jonny Thrash Never Dies