I guess I should get out with it now, since I'm
not thinking clearly these days. I don't remember the name I was given, but certain people throughout history have started to call me Adam or Methos. So I go with those, even if the irony's not lost on me. I'm five thousand years old, if not more. My diaries only go back so far, back to the time when people discovered the written word in all its various forms. Makes sense, yes?
The things you should know about me include the following;
I'm not looking to get hitched, nor am I looking to date anyone- man or woman. Why? Because my dearest Alexa died only a month ago. Should a former ex, wife or husband of mine show up, I'll deal with it from there. But honestly, if the Island knows what is good for itself and all the inhabitants here, there shouldn't be a sudden influx of all of Methos' exes, wives and husbands here. I've had enough of some of my worst nightmares coming true, thank you very much.
I love my beer. The reasons for it are quite self explanatory, although the concoction was quite different from what is served nowadays. Think Egypt. Think slave. Think Pyramid. But I can definitely assure you that no aliens built these. And I always get a little nervous when archaeologists have discovered a new mummy. Stop. You never know who you might unearth.
I sleep with my sword under my bed. I always sleep with one eye open. As much as approach me when I'm asleep and you will feel my sword against your neck. So, do yourselves a favor and
knock. I'm also not opposed to using handguns.
So there you go.
I think I'll be going for a walk now. It's a rather beautiful day, isn't it?