Hi, my name is Jamison Benj. I am what you would call a very scary person. Obvious Jamison is not my real name, but that is what I call myself these days. The name HE had before me was Jeff, I can't remember the last name off hand. I am Jeff's ego that he kept locked up inside, never letting me out. I do come out when he is very very drunk, or sometimes when his subconscious would let down it's gaurd when he would pass out, I would come out. Well enought of that crap. Let's get on with the story.

You know when poeple say sh** like, "I don't remember last night," or"I blacked out" well pretty much that would be something like me, the part of you that comes out is more or less your evil side or your good side. everyone has one or the other, just not both, see there is not enough room in the brain for three people to live in, only two. Now about how I came out to stay that's where we should begain, not at the other night were I shoved a knife in the eye socket of a guy as I broke his friends neck at a bar in Tex-ass. I'll get to that here in a bit. Jeff was your normal nice guy letting people walk all over him. although he did have his lines that if crossed he would F**k a person up. From the age of 5 his dad put him in karate. Jeff was one that had natural talent with karate. He ended up with five black belts in verious atrs like Sho Ta Kong which is a good art to start in to, Tai Kwan Do... Well it has it's place in life, Akito it has awsome locks, White Tiger Kempo which is the sh**, well almost, and then my favorite Mong Tai. Fighting for smart people. Well, Jeff was a force to think about, but when I come out, then we'er a force to deal with. the first time I came out was at a bar called The Luxy Bar. Jeff and his friends were playing pool when some guy came up and started to push Jeff's friend Brent around calling him all sorts of names, Jeff walks up to the guy and tells him to leave them alone when the guys friend hits Jeff in the head with a pool stick. out Jeff goes, and out I come. I hit the floor and I'm back on my feet popping my neck, I turn and look at the guy that hit me. "What hand did you hit me with?" I ask. He just looks at me. "That's ok, I'll pick one or both." I tell him as he takes another swing at me.

I'll be back to write more on this.