You do not want to know me. I am the moving shadow glimpsed in the darkness. I am the footsteps you thought you heard behind you. I live the life of a ghost, but my attacks have substance. If you are a hippie or a Communist, then the barrel of my gun will be the last thing you see.
For I am America’s vengeance incarnate.
And I also like to write humor on a webpage.
I am Frank J.
