Now and then, I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy, you could die
I told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember
You can get addicted to a certain kinda sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I’ll admit that I was glad that it was over
But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make it like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don’t even need you love, but you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
No you didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
Guess that I don’t need that though
Now, you’re just somebody that I used to know…
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know…
“Somebody That I Used To Know” by Gotye featuring Kimba
Joanne… what the hell are you doing? What the hell are you thinking? Battered and bruised, beaten and loosed again. What the hell is wrong with you? Katrina… Katrina, of all people? You had to try her again? And the result is the same… you lose. If you didn’t come from that famous wrestling family, you’d be in some other territory, not in OPW, not it the biggest female fighting federation in the world…
I’m backstage at an OPW event for the first time since the Ultimate Catfighter finale. The online ticket to Minneapolis was in my email before I got off the phone with Siena. I remember her final words.
“Lars, if you’re gonna do this, remember; it’s your ass.”
I know, Siena. I feel like I’ve been getting my ass kicked my whole life, but that’s what life is, isn’t it? It’s to be enjoyed and endured. I guess I’ve been doing more enduring than enjoying, but tonight, that all changes. My road to the top begins here in Minneapolis, Minnesota. I have to say, I feel more confident than usual. I never thought I would. I’ve never been a fan of wresting or MMA. It was Joanne who got me involved. Once Joanne got into Ultimate Catfighter, I had to follow. And heck, the free training with Team Rachel was great and helping me. Even if I couldn’t stand Gemma Rox, she helped me improve my fighting a lot. I got to learn from Rachel Apache, the greatest female fighter of all time, her sister Sage, who was a cool ass chick, and Love, who turned out to be pretty cool, but one of the most sarcastic blondes I’ve ever met. She could take your head off though.
Joanne was on Team Samantha, but she secretly rooted for me and I rooted for her. We always said that no matter what happened, we’d still be cool. That’s the business. Friends fight in this business all the time. But things just didn’t work out the way they should’ve for us. Joanne and I ended up fighting in the tournament… and I beat her. I came out acting like I didn’t want to hurt her, then I let her have it. I could tell she didn’t really want to fight me, but I came to win and I unloaded on her with a barrage of punches to her face and when her hands came up, I went after her tummy, where I knew she was weak. She went down and I got caught up in the moment and did something that I regret. I used her finisher, her face sitter, on her and she submitted. If she got a shot in, I wouldn’t know because I had her from the jump. This was her big opportunity, and I messed it up for her. But that’s the business and I thought we’d still be cool afterward, but she barely has spoken to me since. And you know what? I’m not ashamed to admit that it hurts. It fucking hurts.
I watch Katrina body slam my blonde friend all over the ring. I watch Katrina, the 5’7” 150 lb light brown skinned Black girl with the strong thick body and the tattoos, who Joanne and I were both with in that Ultimate Catfighter house, I watch Katrina, who intimidates the shit out of me, and I’m not ashamed to admit it, beat the brakes off Joanne… again. The Hurricane Powerbomb finishes her off. I see Joanne’s back and head bang off the mat and after the 1,2,3, Katrina steps over her like she’s nothing takes the microphone in her hands as the crowd boos.
“That’s what I do!! I beat bitches’ asses and no motherfucking body in the back can stop me! There ain’t no bitch badder than me. That’s why Beth keeps ducking me. That’s why she won’t give me a shot at the OPW Television Championship. But that’s okay, with your little blonde ass. Keep running, Beth. You’ve got to come see me sooner or later and I‘ll kick your ass like I did your twin sister. Or I just might decide to come see you and lay your little fake blonde ass out… like I did this fake blonde bitch right here. Anybody who wants some, can come get some.”
Katrina
The good thing about Siena Blaze is that she knows how to run a business. She, Howard Cosell and Too Sexxxy created Ultimate Catfighter and while it was said that only one contract with OPW was up for grabs and that it would go to the winner, Siena signed all the girls. Some got developmental deals and are wrestling in other territories and others are on the main roster, like Katrina.
“Well, looky here, looky here,” I turn around and see the woman who reached out to me and became my friend during that time period after UC. My 5’2” blonde buddy from Louisiana, Jonica. I give her a hug. She’s dressed in a white t shirt and blue jeans with flip flops to match the ones I’m wearing, but I’m dressed in a black shirt with a dream catcher design and black jeans. I chose black for tonight because it just fit’s the mindset I want to project.
“You’re on the card tonight, Joni? I say with a smile, “I didn’t see you on the segment screen on the wall.”
She smiles that down home, wholesome smile of hers, a genuine smile, and flaps her electric blonde hair, “I heard you were here, so I decided to show up to see you do your thing. And you’re next. I can’t wait to see the way the crowd erupts when they see you come through that curtain. Laurie Breeze is back and she’s kicking ass and taking names!”
“Well, I don’t know how much ass I’m going to kick tonight,” I say with a smile, “I gotta ease my way back into this, heh heh. Just sayin’”
“Well, you better get out there,” she says smiling, “I’ll be watching.”
We hug again and I head for the curtain. I have no idea what I’m gonna say. This wasn’t exactly the way I thought it would play out. I thought I’d just sit down with Siena and she’d hook me up with a few matches to get my feet under me before I got after my intended target… Rumor Winfield.
“Unnnhhhh!!!” that sound is me going down on my ass with a blonde haired semi-nude girl on me… Joanne. Somebody tossed her into me through the curtains. And of course, it would just happen to be Katrina.
“Bitch, I just kicked your ass for the umpteenth time, and you’re STILL talking shit?” she says as she kicks Jo hard in the ribs and gets some of my side too.
“Uggghhhh!! You totally beat me again! But fuck you, Katrina!” Jo is rolled off of me and she is on her back as Katrina stands over her and puts the boots to her, stomping on her belly over and over again.
“Bitch, you must get off on getting your ass kicked,” the brown skinned bombshell says, “I’m going to give you an overdose tonight!”
“That’s enough,” I say, getting to my feet and wondering what was literally thrown into me, “She’s had enough, Trina. Get off of her.”
She turns her attention to me, “And what the fuck are you going to do about it, huh?”
She starts moving towards me and I automatically start backing up. I really don’t want any part of her. I look around to see if anyone is around, but the doors are closed and there isn’t even a cameraman in sight other than the same people standing around with no intention of interfering, aids, interns, guys who set the ring up and get you a cup of coffee, people who pretend to look at something on the computer screen so you can think they’re working.
“This is none of your business, Laurie,” she says, poking me above the heart with her finger, “But the problem with bitches is that they don’t know how to stay in their own lane.”
“I didn’t ask for your help, Laurie!” Joanne yells from on the ground, “I could totally take her out.”
“Shut up!!” Katrina says, turning her head ever slightly, and I think about taking a swing while she’s distracted, but she looks dead in my eyes and fear has me. She knows what I was going to try and she smiles.
“That’s what I thought,” she says, and she walks away just as Joanne is getting to her feet
“Come back here and fight, you bitch!” she yells, but Katrina keeps on going. I walk up to Jo and look at her. Her nose is bloody. Her big beautiful eyes are a little swollen and that curious smile she always has is gone. She doesn’t look bad; she just looks beaten.
“And what the fuck do you want?” she says, “Come back to gloat?”
“Jo, what are you talking about? I say. What is wrong with her?
“My entire career is totally screwed because of you,” she says, “I have only won two matches since you beat me. Only two. Do you know how that feels? It’s like you’re this black cloud hanging over my head and no matter what I do, you’re still there.”
“I just came back today,” is my response, and I’m pretty confused, “Don’t blame me for your losing. You were losing before you met me.”
“Fuck you.”
“I don’t want it to be this way, Jo. I always thought we were better than this. I thought we could still be friends. I owe you for helping me learn fighting and for sparking my interest. I wouldn’t have made it as far as I did in Ultimate Catfighter if it wasn’t for you and I wouldn’t be here tonight if it wasn’t for you either.”
“And what about me? You beat me and then, you disappeared. You never gave me a rematch, Laurie. I was the one who was going to have the promising career, not you! I was the one who is supposed to be on her way to the top of the mountain. But you used me. You didn’t even care about fighting until you decided to copy me!”
Now I know she’s losing her mind.
“Copy you?” I say, “How the fuck did I copy you? We were on different teams and we had to fight each other. You knew there was a chance of that when you signed up, and we said that no matter what happened, we‘d still be friends. You didn’t honor your end of the bargain and now you‘re acting like I‘ve been here the whole time stopping you.”
“You never cared about me,” she says, but she’s knows I’m right, “You never gave a shit about me. You were just a groupie. I’d email you every day. Even when you would disappear because of your other obligations and stuff, I would still check on you. I would still try to get in contact with you. But I needed something, you were nowhere to be found and after Rumor beat you and you told me we were going to come to OPW together and shock the world, you went back to Badlands and never came back… until tonight.”
“Bullshit.”
“I know you are, but what am I?”
“You know what, Joanne?” I can see this is going nowhere and she needs medical attention, “Get over it. You have my number. You give me a call when you’re ready to resolve this in a civilized fashion.”
“Fuck you.”
“Fuck you too, bestie.”
As soon as I turn around, the clothesline hits me right across the throat and I go down hard on my back. My head hit the concrete floor and it’s spinning… Katrina. She’s standing over me.
“And just so you know, Laurie,” she says, “I don’t take orders from anybody. That’s what you get for trying to tell me what to do.”
“Why don’t you pick on somebody your own size?” I look up and see a tall blonde standing and facing Katrina. This woman has to be at least 6’ tall and she looks like Jennifer Lawrence, blonde hair, blonde eyes, swimsuit model figure. She’s in a blue cut off and matching shorts with red boots, a Superman symbol is on her top… this must be Supergirl Kara.
“Bitches just can’t stay out of my business,” Katrina says and with that, she kicks Kara in the stomach
“Ummmm!!!” the blonde doubles over, but she grabs Katrina around the waist, lifts her up and runs with her, slamming her into the opposite wall. Both of them are stunned, and they start throwing punches. Kara is nailed in the jaw with a right cross that widens her eyes and Katrina grabs her, looking to knee her to her belly, but Kara breaks her grip with a double chop, drives an uppercut into Katrina’s belly, forcing out an “OOF!!” from her and lifting her off the ground, then drops her with a knee to her face. Kara is still favoring her stomach and jaw and Katrina is getting up
“You’re gonna pay for that Superbitch”
“You’re in Minneapolis, Katrina, my home town” Kara says, letting the brown skinned beauty stand, “You said you’d come to a woman’s back yard and kick her ass. This is mine. Come and try.”
The cameras and security have made it and the two are separated. I look and don’t see Joanne anywhere in sight. I start to try and clear my head before I go out there and talk to the crowd, to announce my return. I see Samantha, the self-proclaimed Queen of OPW, making her way towards me. She’s 5’9” about 144 lbs, with long wavy red hair, aqua green eyes and honey brown skin. She’s an exotic beauty and she was the other coach on Ultimate Catfighter. But she’s known for shooting her mouth off and being the biggest villain in OPW. The only difference between her and other loudmouth bitches is that she backs up her talk. She’s won every major title in OPW at least twice now.
Samantha/Leila Arcieri
“Hello, Samantha,” I say. I really don’t know how to approach her. She’s a rich snobby bitch with a big mouth, but some of my enemies have been her enemies. But she did coach Rumor, Praggy, and Katrina… and Joanne.
“Well, that was pretty pathetic,” she says, “I saw your ‘effort’ against Katrina. You looked like you were about to shit yourself.”
She has a mouth that always looks like it’s smiling. She looks down at me in her designer clothes and Minnetonka boots (an expensive version of UGGS).
“Here’s some advice for you, kiddo,” she grins, “You could be scared as shit and nobody will know it if you play it right. I guess Rachel didn’t teach you that when she was coaching you. Everybody is afraid of something and we could die in that ring. That’s the name of this game we play. Oh, and don’t trust any women in who are under 5’8” and have blonde hair. They are all flakes. Now, that’s all you’re gonna get out of me.”
She bumps me as she goes by. I wasn’t expecting her to be anything but rude to me. But Gemma told me that Samantha is a nicer person when there are no cameras around. Something in me just goes. I walk to the curtain and give the girl with the headphones on a nod.
The first thing that goes wrong is the theme music… “Hit Me With Your Best Shot” by Pat Benatar is NOT the music I requested, and it plays. But when I come from behind that curtain, I’m met with overwhelming cheers. I’m shocked, totally shocked at the outpouring of love these people are showing me. But I don’t take a slow walk. I move pretty quickly to the ring and get in. I see blood stains. I don’t know who’s blood it is, but it’s not the first time I’ve seen blood on a mat. I take the microphone and look around as the fans chant “LAURIE BREEZE” and “WELCOME BACK” loudly and proudly. I’m almost in tears but my mind is racing. I wasn’t sure if they would even remember who I am.
“You know,” I start… okay. I’m just going to say whatever comes to mind, “I had a speech all ready to go. I knew what I was going to say, but there’s a bitch in the back named Katrina Jackson who decided to sneak attack me and I forgot all of it. Who does this bitch think she is, trying to hit me?”
I hear the crowd chanting “KATRINA SUCKS!!”
“But that’s the thing about OPW and I guess that’s why I came back. I may not look like a fitness model. I may not have a black belt or title belt or any of that stuff. But I am who I say I am and I am an ass-kicker and a bitch-beater!!”
The crowd cheers. I get to hear my name again.
“They can all come!! I want to fight every last one of them, especially Rumor Winfield. Rumor, the last time we were in a ring together, you beat me fair and square. You made me submit to you. But I’m back now, and I’m going to beat the shit out of you… just sayin’”
I give a smile and the crowd is enjoying it. And after the night I’ve had so far, I’m enjoying it too.
“All of them, Rumor, Katrina… I saw Samantha backstage and she was walking around with her nose turned up in the air trying not to smell the bullshit coming out of her mouth!! I’ll even take on Serenity!! I’ll take on Diana Majors!! I’ll take on Glory!! I’ll fight Beth and take her belt from her!! I hear the OPW World Title is vacant because Rachel Apache retired. I may enter that tournament and kick all their asses. Then I will be the OPW World Champion.”
Oh shit… I got a little carried away. I take a moment to breathe because I am really running on anger over what happened earlier and simply not knowing what to say. Rumor, Katrina, and Samantha are all heels (wrestling jargon for bad guys). I can talk shit about them and be fine with it. But the other ones I named… not so much. I’m not worried about Beth. She’s incredibly talented, but she’s on 5’ tall and weighs 100 lbs. She looks like Hayden Panettiere, so I’m physically bigger than she is, but I would know better than anyone that size doesn’t matter in a fight. Then there are the other three I named. Serenity’s 5’10” somewhere between 140 and 170 lbs of solid. She looks like Serena Williams and she’s held every title in the company and even Rachel said she’s the best fighter in the world not named “Rachel Apache.” 5’9” 140 lb Diana Majors is the daughter of the late Dina Majors, who was a big time female wrestler before female wrestlers were as famous as they are now. She’s got a classic wrestling style, lots of holds and great moves. And she looks like Lynda Carter, which means she looks like her mother.
And then there’s Glory, who everyone knows. If Rachel Apache is 1, then Glory is 1A. Glory is 6’2” 170 lbs of pure warrior. She looks like Rosario Dawson, but she puts her hair up in a Mohawk when she fights. She’s got great technique and she’s really mild mannered and friendly outside of the ring, the kind of friend who’ll show you the ropes and give you tips on places to eat and stuff like that. The kind of friend I am. But in the ring, she’s pure rage, pure power. And she’s always smiling, even when she’s hurt. I guess I better say something to cover that up…
“I’ll take on all those bitches!!!”
Serenity/Serena Williams
Diana Majors/Lynda Carter
Glory/Rosario Dawson
Beth/Hayden Panettiere
Okay, it still came out wrong. But before I can say anything else, “Devil Woman” by Clete Francis plays and out comes a familiar face to a bunch of boos… Praggy. She stops on the ramp and stares at me. Praggy and I fought before. You could say I got that mess thrown into me because of Joanne too. I took up for Joanne against Praggy and ended up in an impromptu cage fight against her. She beat me, but I definitely got my shots in. I definitely got a good piece of her and I haven’t forgotten about it. Long black hair, Indian woman with an hourglass figure, 5’6”, claims she’s only 120 lbs, but that’s bullshit because I’m 120 and 5’1” and she’s a lot bigger than I am. Wearing a black and green cross top, revealing her soft stomach and large “obvious” navel, and a matching pair of bell-bottomed pants and green boots. She’s holding a microphone and we are staring dead into each others eyes.
Sana Khan/Praggy
“Hi Laurie,” she says in a mocking tone, “I know you are so happy to see me and I am so happy to see you.”
“What do you want, bitch?” I say, “This is my time. Nobody invited you to interrupt me, now take your fat ass backstage because I don’t want any of whatever it is you’re selling.”
“But you just said you were back,” she says and she starts walking towards the ring, “See, I remember the last time you and I fought and for all your tough talk, I mopped the floor with you. I mopped you all over the cage and you got my email address and sent all these messages, claiming I better watch my back. Then we were in the Ultimate Catfighter house together and all you did was talk, talk, talk. But you know that if we had faced each other in that tournament, I would’ve beaten your mouthy ass again, worse than I did the first time and worse than Rumor did.”
She gets in the ring and she’s about three feet away from me. I just stare at her with a sneer on my face. I can’t stand her and she knows it. My blood is pumping and the energy from the crowd is only getting it going more and more. There’s a tension that exists in this ring. A tension between two fighters who can feel the energy, feel the attraction, it’s like nothing else. It’s almost sexual, but instead of wanting to kiss or embrace or have sex, you want to rip her throat out and choke her with her own tongue. There’s just something about her I don’t like. I don’t know if I’ve ever liked anybody I fight, but people like Praggy, with her upper class attitude and the fact that she’s been so dismissive of me… I hate her.
“Why don’t you just get out of here, huh Laurie?” she says, “Why don’t you take yourself back to whatever part of No Man’s Land you come from. Whatever shitty, inbred, motorcycle riding, garbage pail kid town you come from, where people fart in public, probably chew with their mouths open and watch on dirt roads with no shoes on. Go back to that garbage place where all the pride of the people died many years ago. You aren’t even a real Indian. I am. Your historians couldn‘t even get that right. You’re just a pathetic excuse for a fighter, for a woman. You’re not even--- GUUUUHHH!!!”
My foot. Her stomach. I watch my toes disappear in her navel and see her eyes widen and her body jerk forward. I feel her exhale on my leg and her hands go to her belly. Praggy and I have the same weak spot, just ask us. Her navel is large and it swells when it’s hit or pressured. My navel pretty much shocks me and drops me. I remembered that from my fight with her. She’s weak there.
“You… you fucking bitch…” she’s huffing and puffing and I’m loving it. I’ve got a mad on now. I don’t need a referee, but I see one coming. I didn’t say I was having a match tonight, but I really don’t give a shit. Maybe he’s coming to break this up, and if that’s the case, I better make it worth his while. I hit her face with punches, over and over again. I watch her head swing from side to side and feel my fists battering her back against the ropes. Praggy, oh Praggy, you fucked up this time. You caught me on the wrong night. She brings her arms up to protect herself, so I go back to the belly. I slam my fists into her navel over and over again.
“Guuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh!!!”
“Ooooooooooofff!!!!”
“Ugggggghhhhhhhhh!!!! Huuuuuuuuuuuuggghhhh!!!”
That’s right, bitch. You’d probably want a huggggggg from me as a sign that I accept your apology for showing your face up here tonight when I---- “GUUUPPP!!!”
I feel a horrible pain in my stomach, followed by a much worse one lower… bitch kneed me in the crotch. I’m down on my side and she’s leaning on the ropes, holding her belly. She gets her bearings, grabs me by the back of my neck and my ass, then yanks me up and slams me across her knee. OOOOOOFFF!!!! My belly explodes against her knee and I’m down again.
“Familiar position for you against me, eh bitch?” she says and kicks me right across the mouth, then stomps on my kidneys. It hurts. She’s wearing steel toed boots and I know the bottoms have some extra support or something else on them because these stomps are abnormally painful.
“What’s wrong, Laurie?” she says between stomps, “Don’t tell me you’re going to quit like you did against Rumor? You are worthless, Laurie. Just a worthless slag who has no place being here. This ring is for professionals, not amateurs like you. I’d heard you beat up Nina Lopez, but I find that hard to believe because your skills are even worse than they were the first time I beat you down. Take it, Laurie. Take this beating just like you‘ve been taking beatings you‘re entire life. The definition of a loser. I don‘t even know you and I know so much about you.”
That’s it… that’s IT. At some point, you’ve got to realize that what you allow is what will continue. I’ve allowed people to walk all over me and I’ve fought back and lost more than I’ve won. I’ve had bitches just like Praggy back home, trashing me. Some of them are even in my own family or people I grew up with. I’ve always been a footstool for bullshit. But not anymore. She stops stomping and it gets quiet. I can’t hear the fans chanting, but I can feel them stomping and clapping for me. She must be getting tired. I feel her hands grabbing the back of my shoulders to turn me over and as soon as she rolls me over, I head butt her and kick her right in the crotch.
“Uhhhh!! GAAWWLLL!!!”
Yes, Praggy. The gall of me. I grab her breasts and use them to yank myself back to my feet. I look her right in her eyes and the very second she gets ready to attack, I stick four of my fingers into her navel and press upward on it.
“GUUUUUUUUUHHHHH!!!!”
She’s backing up and I’m staring right in her face. This is an understanding, Praggy. It’s an understanding that you may have beat me the first time. You may have gotten me and gotten me good… but not this time. Not this time at all. She’s frozen as she backpedals to the corner. I’m too close to her for her punches and the belly claw has that nerve in her keeping her from wrestling me, which is how she beat me the last time… along with belly punches.
“You underestimated me again, bitch,” I press harder and see the look in her eyes and feel her exhale, “I didn’t come all the way back here to lose to you again. This time, I’m walking out of here with my hand raised. This time, I’m the one who’s going to make YOU submit to me. You hear me, bitch?”
“Laurie… I… I…” is all that comes out of her mouth, so I slam a knee into her belly, yank her out of the corner and tackle her, making sure to slam my shoulder into her stomach hard. I’ve got her down and her arms go up to protect her face, so I’m delighted to abuse her stomach even more. The groaning and moaning she’s making is music to my ears. After what Rumor did to me, and what Praggy had done to me before, it’s a great feeling to have my fists sinking into somebody’s belly for a change instead of vice versa.
“Give up, Praggy, and I might let you walk away from this!” I shout in her face
“No more,” she says, “I surrender. Please, not my belly.”
“Not your belly?” I say; I’m raging now, “Not your fucking belly? Fuck you and your belly!”
I slam fist after fist after fist into her navel and watch it swell up. I see the referee reach to pull me off. Is this a match or not? I’m completely confused. He spent the whole fight watching. He must be new. But I’m not letting her go. I keep pounding her and that’s when it happens.
“UNNNNNNHHHHH!!!!!!!”
That’s my voice and I feel wetness on the back of my head and feel my body fall across Praggy’s as the confused referee counts the 1,2,3. I guess I won… but what the fuck just hit me.
“I told you I’d be watching, Laurie,” she says and she kicks me over. It’s Jonica, standing there, holding the handle of the banjo that I imagine she just smashed over my head.
“I know I helped you and all, but you know how it is, babes,” she says, smiling a sick grin, “This is a cutthroat business and you coming back means you are in my way. Well, you were in my way until I smashed a banjo across your fucking head! Ahahahahahahahaha!!!”
She steps on my stomach and presses down. I let out an “Ohhhhhhhhh…”
“You like that, Laurie,” smiling she is, but she spits in my face, “Welcome back to OPW, Breezy Baby.”
She stomps on my stomach and I curl into a fetal ball. I watch her leave with tears in my eyes. I feel terrible. This wasn’t the way the night was supposed to go. I got into an argument with Joanne, attacked by Katrina, and had a banjo smashed over my head by Joni. What the fuck is this? I guess the show is over and I was the last segment. Siena had a lot of faith in me because I see on the giant screen above the entrance advertising next week’s show. Nina Lopez, the girl who hates me, the girl who claims I ruined her career and life, will be there. I’m also been scheduled, without my permission, in a six woman tag match. My partners are Supergirl Kara and Joanne. Our opponents are Praggy, Katrina, and Jonica. Great. Just great.
The refs help me to my feet and I hear the crowd cheering for me as we start to make our way to the back, but I push the refs off of me. I’m going to walk under my own power… walk alone. And that’s fitting, because I am alone here. I thought I had friends, but now, I see I have no one.
To Be Continued…
