The game of mental chess continues for the soul of my son, every aggressive move that i make is countered by another one who waited till the last minute to do something that should have been made a year ago, unlike you I have nothing to hide, and Nothing to fear. the game will soon be over and I am more than willing to let the chips fall where they may I have options, I am the phoniex and i will rise from the fire and the flames, you have to live with your actions at the end of the day for the rest of His, yours and My life... i won't burn for your sins. I just wish my little man didn't have to suffer as a result of your delusions, but the next step in the game is upon us. Checkmate. Current Mood: Determined. Somewhere along the way I lost a step, got sloppy, dulled my own edge. Maybe I went and did the worst crime of all. I got civilized.