We are the Princes of the Universe...

Here I am. 

I am Dax. Currently a jumble of thoughts, as I continue my journey through life.

I am a man. I lost my memory awhile ago. The experts say I should remember it, but I don't. Things come rushing in, feelings of times not remembered.

I am a Martial Artist. Two weeks from achieving the honor of the rank of Black Belt.

I have the muscle memory of weapons far beyond that of just martial arts, apparently I am a relic. Or I just like training in various forms of sword fighting. Hey, if the dark ages ever happen, I am your man! 

Except I am pretty sure I have never been on a horse. But they are beautiful. 

So... Walking it is!

So why the information? I don't know. It just seems right to type.

Let's see: Male. 6'4. Football build.  Hazel eyes, brown hair.  3 tattoos. Love motorcycling.

Independent voter. Conservative. Fact over feelings. 2 genders, except hermaphrodite, and they should be allowed to choose. Don't care if you are gay, don't shove it in my face.

Opinionated. Black lives don't matter, especially to other blacks. All life matters. I am White. White is a color. Get over it.

The KKK is a joke, and so are anyone calling anyone a Nazi. Both groups and BLM and black panthers should all be dropped in a stadium and left to rot.

Despite being a victim of crimes of race against me, I don't hate black people, no matter how much one tries to paint me as a racist. Sorry, you lose.

I don't hunt, but support hunters who do and respect the kill.

SJW'S are a pox. All safe spaces should be eradicated. If you can't handle the real world, you can't handle college. Go home until you can control yourself.

The art of journalism is dead. Rarely can you get truth from major media or newspaper. It is more editorial opinion instead of facts, and you think for yourself.

Independent for sure. You should always question both sides, and make your own opinion and forge ahead.

I believe in the supernatural. I think mathematically there are other world's, aliens and alternate Earth's and genetic memories.

 

So, that is a poor snapshot of me, Mind.

Yeah. So that is a small part of me. 

If my memory returns, I don't know what to do. For now?

I will sharpen my sword, load my firearm, and walk my own path.