Hail and praise I, The Judicious Jason;

Gentleman, Scholar, and Lover extraordinaire. Sired by Johnny,

Lord of the Smiths. Mothered, nurtured, and taught by Debra,

the fairest lady. Eighteen years, this earth I have walked.

With each passing, a profusion of knowledge flourished and blossomed

within my mind. At my worst, I am perfection. My will alone can

subdue any adamant adversary, My words can seduce even the most prude of

pompous virgins. Well endowed...with the will to one day

change the world. Five days of Seven, I endure harsh treacherous teachings

at the hands of insidious educators such as The Relentlessly unruly Romano...

As weekdays wane when night falls, my men and I revel,

relish drink, pass paper planes, entertain worldly women,

and entreat them to our games. I am unsurpassed. The sentences I

structure similar to these sent me to DC

4 years back when I was fourteen.

My literary legitimacy legitimately belittles any brainless

braggart on my block. And yours. And yours. Where you think

you rule, I reign supreme with a singular sagacity unique to,

this ingenious being. Proud as I am, I am nothing... short

of an illustrious literary god. All else is lackluster. All else lacks essence.

There is no comparison. Bow unto me, for I am Jason.