For a few minutes it was like a COD tuning fork in my head.
(Note: That one death I had was out of my control. It happened as I was on a gunship flying in. Also, I did this freak of nature act with a sub-machine gun.)
My name is Ron Workman. I once had wealth, power, and the love of a beautiful woman. Now I only have two things: my friends, and... my thermos. My story? Okay. It was never easy for me. I was born a poor black child. I remember the days, sittin' on the porch with my family, singin' and dancin' down in Mississippi...