Preface/Disclaimer

The story I am about to tell, is as true as you believe it to be, because it doesn't really matter if you believe me or not. I'm very comfortable being the only one who believes me. I just have to tell someone the whole story. It is important to know before continuing however, that what happened to me, will never happen to anyone again... I think... Well, I'm pretty sure anyway.

But before we get ahead of ourselves, let me introduce myself. My name is not Jason Singer, but I liked it, so I will be referring to myself as such from this point forward. I am 23 years old, single and for the purpose of the story, quite good looking. My best friend since the third grade is David Wright. I threw a rock at his sister and we have been friends ever since, and for the past two years, he's been my roommate while we're attending Chandler-Gilbert. I've lived in Arizona for 21 of those 23 years, and am just starting to get used to the heat. I love long walks through the citrus groves that grow near my house and...

Oh...yeah... the story. Well anyway, I'm a dreamer by definition. I have always been known as someone with his head in the clouds, someone who's imagination could take him to a different universe. I have always known that I would do something great. Something that would create change for the better in a society. I just didn't know that I would be the one who created the need for that change.