CJ Watson

I was born through no fault of my own, owing to my great tragedy neither divine intervention nor unseemly gnarled hand. Fate overlooked my existence in favor of more interesting personalities. Left to my own machinations and devices, but not limited to my paltry quotient of marbleized cauliflower, I persevered to this point. On your doorstep. Foot planted firmly in the bubble of your personal space. "Hello, sunshine. I'll be your huckleberry."