Good morning (or whatever your time is). A good comrade of mine passed away. A hard medical incident. The exorcism killed him. But I got a new one. His name is Hartz IV (Heart's Fear). He thinks he is a king. But he is not nice and I told him to go away. So, that's all for now. I have chosen to leave my past behind and start a new episode in my life. I care for myself - if you have a problem, please don't make it mine, thanks. I'll try not to be yours in return.