If I’m forced to write anything, I might as well write it to you, Jakob. After all if you didn’t understand my words at “Give 'em the Axe,” or my actions at “Shoot A Crooked Arrow,” maybe you’re finally understanding my blog “Don’t Be Like Me.” (46 words) Don’t you get it Jakob? I’m a LOSER. I have no purpose in wrestling, no GRAND PLAN! I should have never won that match against Hydra all those years ago. If only I’d lost I would have been able to step out of wrestling with a reason, an excuse! I’d still have my friends, my pride, and of course - my hair. (108)

You know, I don’t even cut my hair now Jakob? If it grows it's always in patches or barely at all almost as if it's embarrassed to be seen on my head. (140) I don’t want this for you, Jakob. You might not understand now why I cost you your chance at that Cup, but someday you will thank me! You’re nothing but a toddler who doesn’t understand why you’re being grounded. You can’t! But it’s for the best. (187) You cannot COMPREHEND the power of that thing - the pressures, the insecurities, the fear! EYE OF TYR HAS NOTHING ON THE YLC. YOU CAN’T SURVIVE. YOU’RE (214) NOT (215) HALLOWICKED (216) JAKOB (217) YOU (218) ARE (219) NOT (220) A (221) GOD. (222)

Wink - I give up,
TD