Who are you?

What would you think if I sang out of tune?
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
And I'll try not to sing out of key



And as I croon the last line my voice crackles and I sing so horribly that my son puts his hands over his ears and laughs uncontrollably. Its kind of a running joke between him and I. I pretend to sing worse than I am, oh don't get me wrong, I am a horrible singer and tone deaf like you wouldn't believe but when I sing for him I am worse, way way wayyyyyyyy worse. And I cant help but laugh.

And how we laugh.



I drop him off at my sisters house and he waves goodbye to me from the door and then walks in. I drive my beat up Buick to my friends house. My sister wants me to have some sort of life, not sure why, I am perfectly fine the way things are. But she insists, she says if I am not gonna date than I should at least have two friends in my life. If she weren't so stubborn id argue with her. But she wants me to have some sort of life, so here I go. My friends name is Joseph. He’s a good guy for the most part. He has some annoying habits but don't we all? I have known him several years. In my mind I call him the sad man. He’s been sad a few years. But he has his reasons. I think he’s waiting for something, but I don't know what it is, I don't think he knows what it is. Death takes a lot out of those left behind and sometimes just sometimes life because a chore. I hope that's not the case for him. I usually go there once or twice a week if I can, I will drink a beer and talk with him, we’ll watch ESPN, we’ll talk shop, I’ll use his computer for a while. Then I’ll leave and go back to my life, to my son, to my home. And I will forget all about everything.



Some people though cant let go of the past. I am not like that. I can walk away from SFT and not give it a second thought, some leave it for years and still have some major hate for it, its pretty funny.



I don't know why things happen as they do. I know who I am and hope that's enough. So time to make good use of my time. Lets talk 404. I have never met anyone who has numbers for a name, even a nickname. Its quite interesting to be honest. If I could choose a number for my name I would chose 12. No real reason, I came in twelfth when I was in track and field in my senior year in high school, that was back when I was skinny. That was a long long time ago.



And now I am facing a man whose nickname is 404. What does 404 stand for? Was it just a random number you chose? Or is there more to it? Like I said I am actually curios. You look very familiar, have you been in SFT before under some other name? I swear ive seen you around. Oh well I guess it doesn't matter. Not really.



I know you want the hardcore title and I know facing me is little consolation. But I just took the world champion to the limit and maybe a minute or two more and you'd be facing me for something a lot more than just a random one off. But since your arrival you have been hard to read, you started cutting promos before you had your first match, it was impressive, then you had a real match and you did one promo, less than impressive.



So who are you? Are you the impressive type or the consummate under achiever? Pray tell, lets see who you really are.



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