Greg

i was born with, no gifted with claws for a reason. Teeth that snarl, and nash at the thought of being a victim of another. No point is being a good boy if the world won't be a good world. bottom rung in life, the only way up is the only thing people seem to understand. it is time to fight for me and my own morals. what is truly better than doing right by your self and the only thing for me is to get out of this place. Okay life, ready to duke it out?

Really life is not as hard as i used to think, just hurt before you are hurt, why can no one but me understand this. If you want anything out of life you have to take it for yourself, and heck take the rest. The world is messed up but people refuse to accept that it is what it is and you can't change a thing other than you you react to it.

I found a place where people share my morals, a place known as the underground. Heh, even with the attitude of me first this place is still below the people above ground in cinnaseatle. Still on the bottom rung of those who need more than they can give. still below those who are not motivated.. below those who are pleased being on a lower rung...

They call me mad dog now, fitting i suppose. i am mad at how worthless everyone here is. i am mad after so much fighting that i am not on a top rung.. i am mad that no body else is mad like me...

Nobody messes with the mad dog, if they try anything to get above me i show them what real burning fury is. A real pain that like I, they will never forget. Finally someone notice that i was worth more than the rest of the refuse that live in this hole and they made me an offer. fight in the ring for me, and you will never have to worry about anything again.

Mad dog's name is becoming a synonym for a merciless killer, beating those who would challenge me. Funny is this what i needed? i am making a name for myself beating people, and am finally going somewhere in life. or am i?

Why would anyone spend their lives helping those who can not help themselves? I never needed any help and here i am, on the top of the rung. or at least i think i am top of the ring... i can't really tell any more. i finally have a title, a place to belong, and some form of reliable income... Why can no one else see that?

Honestly i am still bottom of the rung, i'm still helpless in my own ways. All i can say is that i hurt people, and it is not for my own gain anymore. i do not even know who is gaining from this anymore but it is not me. Mad Dog is not who i want to be. I am luca, not a mad dog. Or am I?

There is nothing left to fight for, other than just the thrill of Adrenalin that makes me feel like i belong and forget where i am at. This will no longer satisfy me. i am not going anywhere i life. i am still the bottom, and it looks like i am the one who needs more help than they can give now. i am below myself.

A kid fell into the underground today after chasing a soccer ball, and hurt himself. idiot won't have any luck get help in here, its a dog eat dog world.....

Its been a good three days now and that darn kid is still there, his leg must be broken as he has not moved, his sniffling is getting annoying.... Why is no one coming for him.

One more day is enough, why the heck has he stayed in the underground for four days, its not like this place is welcoming at all. That kid needs to go home back to his rung. looks like i will have to step in or no one else is... The kid is pathetic, he was not gifted with claws, his teeth was not honed as any warrior should have, and he has no motivation.

I was wrong, it was a blessing that he had no claws, teeth or warrior spirit. He does have to fight for life like me, but in a different way. That was his sister's ball he was chasing. that was all they had left. They were on a bottom rung, and had nothing to gain or lose. Nothing to hope for or dream. No reason to kill themselves fighting for something nonexistent. They only wanted to join a sports team, but no one would except them.

I never saw someone more happy than when i reunited the siblings together. They had no possessions, they had no soccer team, and they had nothing to gain. They were on the bottom but were above me in all ways. Life is not about fighting for a top only a few born in will ever obtain. it was about helping others. It was about helping those who need more help than anyone could give, and then realizing all help is more kindness than they expected to receive.

I would never see those kids again, but i would always remember them. Everyone has their place, and the only world to change the world was to change your view of it. i would always be below someone but i would always be able raise someone up as well.

There are many mad dogs in the world but as long as you can leash yourself just a little bit then something wonderful could happen. As for my mad dog, i will only fight for others from now on. I used to think i got to where i was without the help of others, but it was because i rejected the idea that anyone else could help anyone but themselves. But i was wrong, everyone needs a little help every once in a while, it just took time to realize.

Mad dog on the surface has become a hero vigilante, mad dog underground is a cold blooded killer for money. Funny how the same thing can be different fo others. I have changed now, i no longer live for myself i live for the world. I started a soccer team for under privileged children so they will always have a place to belong. If i can stop a single kid from following my path then my life has had meaning.

I was born with sharp claws, pointed teeth, and a urge to be better than everyone else. I earned soft strong hands for picking others up, a truly happy smile, and a heart filled with love for people.