Our Story It's strange the wildly differing array of those who live that find themselves falling deeper and deeper into the epitome of destruction. It's strange to fathom the extremities of both good and evil each meeting in the same place coming to the same despicable end. It's strange that someone like me can feel so low yet I know I am quite extraordinary compared to the disgust I witness every day. It's strange to live still I figure it's strange to die. But the clearest point in living is to make a story of you and I.