I suppose I could start by sayin' that sometimes the things you do can getcha in real deep shit real quick. In the past year, I found out I had a darker half, got kicked from the force after that beatdown I took, gained and lost a wife after my darker half got 'er, been in and outta the hospital and my hair got longer. I don't suppose I can fuss, hell, what good would it do? I suppose I can say I'm lucky to be alive but things ain't exactly been roses.
 
For starters, I got a drinkin' habit that goes well past the point of "Hey Buddy, Ya Got A Problem." Ain't like I gotta have it, I just like it...maybe a lil too much. Started smokin at some point and still can't figure out where. Did I mention I found out I had an older brother? Yeah, ain't life a bitch sometimes. There it is again...the start of the potty mouth I been gettin lately...and a real mean streak.
 
I think I might still try to find that Kazumi or whatever her name is. Seems her and her cohort beat my brother to within an inch of his life and left him in an alley for someone else to find. Tell ya what, if she don't believe in prayin...she might wanna start. Cuz that might be all that spares her. Notice I said..."Might."
 
I used to romaticize this city. Took Misha back to it with me after I went through "therapy." If ya call therapy bein' knocked around with nightsticks and drugged half outta your mind. I told the Doc I'd just cut the dose in half so I wouldn't walk around like I'm in another world somewhere...forget it. I lied. I got business to take care of. Got that glorified street gang decidin' they're gonna waltz into the prison like they own the place. Yeah, that ain't happenin' on my watch. If someone would just bother lockin' a damn door or two the escapes wouldn't happen so much. Cap'n Diana can shove her new policies where the sun don't shine...I'll be doin' my job and if she don't like it she can continue fumin' for all I care.
 
I'm goin' way out there again, ain't I? Yeah. What a difference a year makes. I ain't sure I understand it all myself. Just sorta seems like I'm writin' it all down...some other Doc's orders. He says he can't blame me 'bout the drugs but he frowns on the drinkin'. He's right...I do need to dry out.
 
There's someone new, ain't there? Met her soon as I came outta one of the two comas. Pretty little redhead with a wild streak to her. Lotta damn fun. She doesn't remind me o' Misha in the least. Hell she left and the ring left my finger. Won't be long til another one graces it. Just gotta make sure that the right people know if they touch her, I'll make believers in 'em. I'll show 'em Hell at it's deepest and darkest. First one touches her in a way I don't like, I'll slap 'em so hard, they'll starve to death before they land. She's met the darker half o' me and didn't run. More disturbin' than that...she met 'im on more than one occasion.
 
We got a lot in common, Micalia and I. We both have a distaste for cops. We're both off our hinge in one way or another. One of us is in trouble, the other comes runnin'. Still can't figure it out for the life of me but I suppose things might be a shit sight worse if she hadn't come along.
 
I look at it this way. I might make it through the oncomin' storm. I might not but I been through shit that shoulda killed anyone else and made it through smellin...well I don't know what I smell like now. But I'm still alive an' still unbroken.
 
There ain't no grave can hold my body down
ain't no grave can hold my body down
When I hear that trumpet sound
I'm gonna rise right outta the ground
ain't no grave can hold my body down...
 
- Johnny Cash "Ain't No Grave"