I woke up in a wasted place.
The mist hung heavy in the air Across lay a tavern.
In the tarven I met strange people.
One was a nude waitress waiting attending to people
A crazy scientist Siamese twins experimenting
A three year old ghost trying to hide.
What amazing adventure lies in wait I ponder?
Oddly I am not scared to go further in.
I have faith in myself and who I represent.
But deep down what do I represent
I represent the image of God on earth.
So I stepped into the tavern regardless of what was before my eyes.
