I have but one shrimp to give and it aint no shrimp cocktail,capiche`Rachael Ray!!no seriously i wrote a poem about it...wanna hear ...here it goes...!This was the time,that you ventured away from the familiarity of your place. Just one smile ,one remark,lukewarm or otherwise feed you the sudden sting upon your face.that insignifigant face.But it was not your finest performance but out here on this stage ,it will do.The jagged rocks below,were as advertised. Did it hurt you in much the sameway,that treacherous terrain most assuriedly would?...will??? Do you climb over the obstacles,man after man,or curl up like a fetus,better yet hide in a pill???I looked into your eyes and saw how you really feel!but youngblood,I am a grown ass man ,i make my living with these tools and my wits,outhere in the battlefield that i harvest as your next raw deal...Did you see my eyes?You did...but were lulled by my calm demeener.for it is out here in these New Orleans streets,where i cut my teeth ..you are meerly a bit player in my absurd theater!!MY eyes were as advertised!!!!so,what was i thinking right before the time of reckoning?you know now what i am capable of...what i could do to most every man in most every situation.For nthis is my job,New Orleans ,where ive built this reputation.At the point of no return i recollected ,what i could do to your women.HELL,THEY WOULD HAVE BEEN TOSSED @ ME TWO @ A TIME after my work was done in the arena.but it is possible that you are blind,thus you could not see youngblood.trainning gives way to the premordial instincts from whence we roamed naked,out on the plainswhen we were free! you pondered my depths...too late and we now know one another .your whole personel team and i are aqquainted.Next time you will see below my skin tone and see that I am always WAR PAINTED!!!!!