dragoonn is your hero

Over the years I've had so many people come up to me, while waiting in line for autographs, pictures to be taken with me, and to pay the nominal five dollar fee just to be in my mere presence, and ask, "dragooNN... how'd you become da' pimp...da' ruler...da' idol of millions of people...da' all-round awesome that you is?"

This usually leads me to tilting my head back, closing my eyes, stroking my chin, and reminiscing as I begin to tell...the dragooNN story.

My first memories were of sirens and the flashing lights of police cars parked just mere feet away from me. Seems one of the nurses, at the hospital which had delivered me, took a liking to me and decided to express her admiration for my already MOUNTAINOUS genitalia...orally. This might not have been misconstrued as being quite so heinous, had the truly gifted young woman not been attempting to carry on a conversation with my mother at the time.

Mom would have probably thought nothing of her holding me with her back turned toward her, but the head-bobbing, the slurping, and the barely-audible sounds of a small child saying, "Wil' to da' weft, 'itch" were dead give-a-ways.

Fast forward to the dim and distant past - February 20th. 2009 - in fact - I discovered groups. Using nothing but my skill, cunning, and my computer which was forged several years earlier in the fires of some microprocessor plant somewhere, I logged on and setup an account. The rest is history.