I was a vigilante running rampant in the street, taking from any place that provided the opportunity. Much of my free time was spent day dreaming of being free of my sickness. There wasn't no prevention but incarceration ¢ I was seldomly seen behind bars. I considered disguises behind masks hiding my features from the public. My only friend was my shadow ¢ sometimes even it was unfamiliar. My vision was clouded, my mind was distorted, my speech was imperative. I was at the whims of the darkness, stuck in the gutter scurrying beside rodants. Despite my circumstances I always maintained myself, they say the devil wears Prada.