---

I can't go through a metal detector without setting it off. Even if I'm buck-naked the damn thing'll go off every time. It's ‘cause there's a bullet in my body, lodged right in the middle of my brain.

The doctors who saved my life couldn't remove it, ‘cause it would've killed me if they had.

It's funny, I always thought getting shot in the head would kill me going in, not coming out.

Six months after the surgeries that saved me I've got a scar above my right eye and a slug rattling around in my skull. Never mind all the other injuries I suffered, the other places where I got hit besides the head. None of those count for much in comparison.

Only being twenty you might expect that I'd go a little crazy under the circumstances. You know - after the trauma, the excruciating pain, the long months of rehabilitation, relearning how to do everything a toddler can do, etc.

The fact is that I was nuts before my brains got blown out--the only difference is now I'm pissed and I'm not playing with a full deck. Cause guess who shot me? That's right, my partner, the one guy who should've had my back. Guess who helped him take me down? This is the real kicker--my girlfriend helped him.. My own fucking girlfriend whom I loved and adored. She not only tried to ruin me, she tried to kill me too.

They ran off together afterward, I'm sure. Probably delighting in el mucho dinero my most recent ingenious scam illegally earned them. While they ran off to Mexico in a classic Thunderbird convertible I laid in a dark, cold, back-alley in the pouring rain with blood pouring out of me from the entrance and/or exit points of twelve gun shot wounds. They'd each emptied a revolver into me--six shots apiece.

Every doctor and nurse I've met since then has told me I'm lucky to be alive, but I know that's not true. If I was lucky I never would've been born in the first place.

But I was, and ever since then I've made my own good luck.

Turns out crime doesn't pay. So I've decided to get into the revenge business instead.

I'm going back to the city where I was born and I'm gonna take back my turf, my pride, and my money. I'm going to go to unprecedented lengths to ruin or kill every son of a bitch who thought he--or she--had the balls to fuck with me.

That’s right kids, run home to mama and lock your doors, cause Sammy May's back in town.

And like I said--this time I'm pissed...