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Greetings once again.

This page will let you in on a little of my dementia, as well as a few things that I find interesting. I have been on The Other Side of Hell for a relatively short amount of time, and yet it seems like I have been here forever.

When I finally made my way through Hell, and found myself on The Other Side, I found it uninhabited and completely desolate. Or so I thought. I felt it was my responsibility to "liven" things up a bit. Since that time, I have been expanding the domain, and adding new locations and portals (erratically) in an effort to make it easier for others to find their way here. Since you are reading this, I would assume that my forethought and insight worked, at least for you.

I started my trip through the other side of hell about a year ago. My life had been an a long slow trip to nowhere for quite a while and I had finally hit bottom. I thought there was nothing that I could do to change the situation and so I had really given up. that is when I realized that this was not all there could be to life and decided to do something about it. I took the skills that I had accumulated in places other than the military and decided to see if there wasn't a practical use for them. That is when I truly stated to look around and realize that this wasn't the same world I had been living in before, it had changed a little, become a bit more open to me and a little less foreboding. This frame of mind is what I call The Other Side of Hell. I got on the internet, since computers were something that I have been good at since they first came into the home when I was 9, and I realized that there were a lot of other people out there that thought like I did. That is when I realized that I was not alone on here. I decided to make a portal here that would give me a place to let out my frustrations and to, hopefully, help others in their search for a better way. Well not really help them, but, let them know that there are others out there that are just like them or at least think like they do. The phrase from x-files and many other places comes to mind, "We are not alone".

The Jester's Story

I was born in Germany, and raised in many places. The most prominent among those was Korea, Germany and Tennessee (USA). I think this eclectic upbringing is the reason that psych's later in life would classify me as an "Anti-Social Personality Disorder". There have been many other things that they have classified me as but, we will get into that latter in the description. My life for the first 9 years was like a lot of those books that you read where the main character was born in a small town and then all of a sudden they are 20 or something and there was nothing real remarkable about how they were raised. I went to Military School in Tennessee during the school year and then when it was time for school breaks I either went to Korea or Germany depending on where my parents were, if they were on deployment to my teacher in Korea. At the age of nine things began to change because my martial arts training and swordsmanship had progressed to the point where my teacher was saying I had the responsibility to live without supervision as he put it. Most of my life I had been in a household where if you messed up, in their eyes, it was ok to smack you around to teach you a lesson and now that I had learned to defend myself my grandparents decided it was time to continue my education. From the age of 9 to the age of 15 I spent my school breaks either with my parents on rare occasions or in some foreign country trying to learn their culture or at least how to survive. (I am leaving a lot of my childhood out because, as my girlfriend would put it, my monster alarm is screaming away or at least the one that I have taught myself to have.) When I was 15 I decided that I didn't need my parents to survive at all and I moved out of their home, got a job and provided for myself. I have been on my own ever since and things have swayed between "great" and "how did I survive that". I joined the military at the age of 16 when I graduated from high school, (my father wouldn't have it any other way), and through some strange random events ended up learning a lot of stuff that once again my monster alarm is telling me not to put here, (well that and the legal and self preservation alarms as well). After 8 years in the military I realized that even though the things I was doing didn't bug me like it would most people, it just didn't seem like me. I "got out" of the military and decided to join the civilian world again. That is the point in my life that I equate with what I call "my decent into hell". I had been brought up so strictly and formally that normal society was a total confusion and mess for me. I couldn't understand how people could do the things they did and yet call me a monster. I did the things they expected me to do and I did them well but for some reason I couldn't hold a job for more than a year. I was never fired, I was always laid off due to company cut backs. My personal theory on this, and it has been proven out again and again, is that I would build a system or a program that was idiot proof and so they would lay me off and hire a fool to work the system that I had built. In other words instead of continuing to pay me $11 - $32 per hour they would wait until I developed my system or program and then lay me off and hire someone whom they could pay $6 - $8 per hour to run the thing. While in the military I had acquired skills that are not that useful in the social world, but I had also acquired skills that were and so I utilized everything I could to stay afloat. I used the Theatre degrees that I had gotten while going to college during the time I could and I got a job with Lighting companies and toured the world with different shows. I used the computer sciences degree to get jobs with overseas companies to develop inventory programs. Everything I could think of to do I did and then some but it still didn't seem like enough. I couldn't obtain what society calls the "Golden Spoon" or the "American Dream". Eventually I found myself in Arizona living with a friend and his wife and child. I decided to go back to school and get my Masters in Theatre. The plan seemed sound but I did not realize the politics involved in the dramatic world. Since I had been on the road so much with other shows and concerts, I had been labeled a road tetchier and it was almost impossible for me to get an in house job with any local theatre. Due to this my M.F.A. had become useless because after spending 90% of my life traveling I had no desire to continue to do so. Even the best of us get jaded I guess. Anyway back to Arizona. I finished my schooling and then in an unprecedented amount of time things with south real fast. I was laid off from my job and was unable to obtain employment anywhere else. My friends and I lost our apartment and all the friends I had out there turn their backs on me. It was at that point in time that I finally hit bottom. I decided finally that it just wasn't worth the trouble to try to fit into a society that didn't seem to want me with them anyway. I went into a quite room, locked the door, and bled myself until I was just about dead from bloodloss and if it hadn't of been for a good friend breaking the door down and getting me to the hospital then I would have never found a way out of Hell. Because of my status with the military at the time I was instituted in a mental ward for suicidal tendencies and spent 6 weeks attempting to convince the doctors that I was fine. (For any of you that know me this is where I started using the saying look bouncing is fun oh shit no hands, ouch my nose). When I got out I decided to come back to California, and thanks to one of my best friends, Colleen, I had a bottom place to start. She let me crash on her floor and she fed me while I looked for a job. After 2 months of her taking care of me like some vagriant I finally got a job and everythign started to come together. I got an apartment and I was on my way to being on my own again. Things got real weird real fast. After about 4 months on in my own apartment, I got an email from someone I recognized and had thought about a lot but I was not sure I was rigth about who it was. As it turns out I was. Thats Right Sekhmet had found me.