I stopped fearing you the day you started smiling at me. Why? No, not pride. I swallowed that with whiskey and spat it out time and again many years ago. Stupidity? I hope not. Maybe just a bit of the lizard part of my brain, but not the flight half. I'm simply tired of running and fighting seems like a much better way to go. So, hello and welcome to my show. Reap when you are ready. I'll not weep.