“He turned very anti-war and wrote basically that he was like All Capone but on a bigger scale and worked for Wall Street I was a crook, hung with crooks and there was nothing noble there I learned hand to hand in a deadly way my two roomies were IBF and WBC middle and super middle champions I had to learn to fight because I was English in a French revolutionary province there were bombs and military roadblocks and a form of martial law was declared except no military courts it was called the war measures act I refused to speak French and would rather fight in most cases I might have been good in combat, because I got shot six times and when the gun emptied I figured my best chance was a bluff charge so he wouldn’t realize I was so weak When he retreated then so did I and ran to the rail station, where a cop cradled my head (I was too tired to move my finger, just my eyes) he said McManus tell me and we’ll get him for you (I had ran with nothing but revenge ) I whispered an insult to him and he dropped my head, plunk I woke to interrogation and held my line they told me there was a contract on my head a kind of slim possibility considering the guy was his friend however I had prayed that night with my near last shallow gasps, I promised I would change it started a long journey through PTSD and many churches, then I found one that baptized in Jesus name instead of tricking you and just saying the titles Father, Son and Holy Ghost and when I have seen the miracles I came to believe and they told me I would speak in tongues or another language I didn’t normally speak when I received it Baaawwhaaa haaa however when praying one night to Jesus my lips started stammering and then I spoke in tongues and it came out “Mon Papa, mon Papa…FRENCH… It means my Father, my Father” there is your read for today, ever wonder why there’s never been more than 15 million French since they sacrificed Christ?…. Peace”