Hello there, babydolls.

This is Blackwood.
To say this is an honor would be pretentious of me - so let's say it's about time. There are things we know, people like me, maybe people like you, things we can tell from when we were little, that we just aren't cut out to run the straight and narrow. Maybe it's little things, like always preferring the dark to the daytime. Liking to be alone, wearing things other people stare at you funny on the street for, little stuff like that.
But then again, that could be attributed to just being a teenager.
But people like us...we know, don't we? There's just a little extra spice in sliding out the window at night to who knows where. There's a near-audible gunshot that rings in our ears when we know there's something interesting.
We just...know.
I've known for a while.
I've known since I was little.
Do you know?

But that's a little more than I could be bothered to say now.
So let's leave it at this -
I'm excited as hell.
Let's go.

~Blackwood