Welcome. To the inner workings of my oh so troubled mind once again. Today I take you down a road of adventure and ridicule, the life story of a semi-fictional protagonist (at least according to me) who seemingly lost everything a person could lose but was on all run as his life reached it's winding wits. Ladies and Gentleman, my alter ego and former soul proprietor. Slim Jim MotherF****** Slider. Enjoy.

P.S: Clearly no one ever gets to this part but just humor me and go spam Slim Jim Slider in the comments if you wan the chronicles of SJS to become a thing. 

DISCLAIMER: The events in this story are absolutely created by my subconscious and are neither period correct nor correct, period.