The "bad guys" got pretty much free reign in my berg, so I'm doin' stuff to give 'em somethin' to think about before they attempt their next mugging (or worse). I'm no hero, I'm just a guy who's sick of all the crap these two-bit punks are dishin' out. It's about time somebody taught 'em the difference between right and wrong. It seems that the cops got too much to handle, so I'm lendin' the Boys in Blue a hand.

I met up with the Turtles by chance when I ran into Raph a few years back. You could say we "hit" it off right away... my jaw still aches from that meetin'! (Hah! He'll get a kick outta that one... and then mebbe I'll give him another! Hah hah!) Raph and I get along well, as we're "birds of a feather." We like to take the proactive approach... which means we try to stop problems before they arise. The other guys are happier to sit back and wait for trouble to come to them... me and Raph are happier to introduce ourselves to the troublemakers, and then stomp 'em outta existence.

I dunno how long I'll be able to keep runnin' with the Turtles, though. I'm startin' to get up there in age for street fightin', and my bones are startin' to feel pretty brittle. I'm okay for now, but the wear and tear is startin' to take its toll. I've had some pretty rough times these past few years, but don't worry, I ain't gonna cry on your shoulder... but what I've dealt with has got me thinkin' more seriously about the future, and what I need to do to make it better, especially now that I've got my awesome daughter, Shadow, to take care of. I'm gonna be depressed when I put down the clubs, but I gotta face facts and realize that sooner or later I'm gonna have to. Hopefully it'll be much later!

Yo... take care of yourself! Nobody else is goin' to!