So, story time (: 

(this'll be a lot about me, I just felt like sharing because its just a really odd coincidence to me, so if you don't give a fuck about me, and like, why would you, theeeen dis aint for you) 

I have a little story about child me, and one of child me's many imaginary friends. As well as something I consider a pretty substantial coincidence. 

Firstly I should clarify what I mean by "Imaginary friend" I'm (and this is by no means a secret) pretty badly schizophrenic (one of many here I'm sure) so my "imaginary friends" were veeeeery prevalent to me, even today, as they talk to me (though now only 1 of them really does) every day. So to kid me it was like having a literal friend with you all the time (: in addition to constant torment and a hallucination that was enough to make me not want to live, but besides that FRIENDS

And one of those friends, was, you guessed it, A CLOWN, but he wasn't just any clown, he showed up when I was around 6 years old (after a really fucked up incident) which was around the time a lot of my more deviant behavior, translation, I became rather sadistic. And this clown personified all of that, he always wanted to attack or hurt people often for no better reason than he found it funny. But he mostly liked to talk about hurting specific people that I thought were really bad people, in other words, HE WAS A WICKED FUCKING CLOWN! He was super rambunctious and could not die. In all of my hallucinations he got blown up, shot, stabbed, but his body would only stretch to meet it. His body could stretch in any way he wanted, and he would grow his arm to huge sizes to impail people. I know he may not have been the healthiest influence on a child, but goddamn, he was fun to be around. I think I'll wright a song about him some day.

And the best part, was his name, me, still a child, named him Hatchet, Hatchet the clown. I have no clue where I got that from, at that point in my life the only time I'd heard the word Hatchet was from the book of the same name. But by some fucking coincidence, named him Hatchet. He sometimes used hatchets as well, or, well, an axe at least, he'd use axes lances swords, anything a child who had grown up on fantasy shit could think of. And he loved causing trouble with "the bad guys" and blowing shit up with his zappy mind powers. 

So anyways, there was no real point to sharing this, I just thought it was cool, and found some of my old drawings of him when I was cleaning shit, which just reminded me of that. 

And before anybody says anything, yes, I am getting help for schizophrenia (not that anybody is reading this far).