I have not yet begun to fight.
-John Paul Jones

Well damnit, I was hopin' ya wouldn't think of me. I try to stay in the background and be nice and quiet so people won't think to ask me to do certain things. Oh well, bet it was Rafael sent ya my way, he's always doin' things to bug me. Dunno why I let him be my best friend, probably cause I feel sorry for him. Though that's gotta slack off some, he got himself engaged to a real cool woman that well, gives me incentive not to feel sorry for him anymore. Especially since he's gonna make me wear a goddamn monkey suit for the weddin' cause he's asked me to be his best man outta pure spite. Some people just ain't very nice.

Anyway, I grew up in the same general area as Raf and crew, which is how I got to know 'em. Minority city down there, but then, New Orleans is mostly black, after all. Guess that made it a good example for the fuckin' Strikers to try and set. Try bein' the operative word there. Well, my mom mostly raised me cause my dad bought the farm when I was pretty young. Don't remember much about him, just little memories that pop up now and then. He was a good guy, that much I know. And my mom felt kinda lost without him. But the Sanchezes, they helped her out much as they could. Me and Raf kinda hit it off, he was the smart one.. ahem.. and I was the muscle. Made a pretty good team overall. Had a little fallin' out when he decided to join the Aranas but hell, I supposed even smart guys make dumb mistakes. And he was doin' it mostly to keep an eye on Paco so I guess that's one strike in his favor. That's all I'm givin' him, though. Much more than that'd be wrong.

Well, unfortunately things hit the shitter and I got yanked into the thing pretty quick. Just for bein' Raf's best friend. Or well, a friend of the Sanchezes too. That Richard shit decided that pullin' somethin' with me and Juan'd teach some lessons so I got to have 'em control my soul for awhile. Weird feelin' and not real great to be made to do what racists assholes want. But all came out okay in the end there and when I got back I decided to make more of an effort to help out Las Panteras, where Raf had jumped to. Found out that I got magic, too, and magic that's combative. That's cool and real helpful against some people. And along the way I met a great woman, Jeanna. She's beautiful, tough, and mouthy. What more could a guy want in a woman? She's great in other ways too, but that's more a private kinda thing so butt out. She's got some baggage named Auntoni, but hey, I can deal with baggage. I ain't real worried about the guy, even though he ain't real fond of me for what he thinks of takin' her away from him. Please. Like she'd wanna stay with a worthless shit like him anyway. Wouldn't mind gettin' a shot at him, but them hogs Alec and Meteor keep beatin' us all to the punch. Guess they might be better at it anyway, they got great incentive. Should find a way to get Reggie to watch though so he could shoot in on film and we could watch it over and over again. I like that idea. 'Scuse me, I gotta go talk to someone.