Yesterday, I received a large sum of money in the mail from an anonymous person, and a letter that said, "you are quickly becoming a legend in Israel and Ukraine."

"I will follow you through hell and back, young warrior," wrote the person.

I posted this picture, along with other pictures related to Ukraine, on my Twitter, @KrazedFreeman.

Just a few hours later, this person made contact, stating that he was a Rabbi in Israel, and that his son, a former Israeli Sayeret, had deployed with ARES inside Ukraine.

He also asked, "what does Krazed mean?"

"I hear you tattooed it on your stomach, but no one knows what it means," he wrote.

Indeed, only six Dukes, former Marines—my best friends—know what it means.

Well, Krazed came from the Book of Maleficus—my repetitive dream—and, before joining the Marines, I had worked on an Emergency Response Team [E-Squad] for the State of Missouri, and-thus, trained with Saint Joseph and Kansas City SWAT as well, while training in muay thai and krav maga.

In order to obey the dream, I quit that job and joined the Marines. Once inside the Marines, a Staff Sergeant—Fallujah Infantry veteran—was drunk one night, and started calling all the Marines, "pieces of shit," so, while everyone else stood around taking the bullshit, I threw a trash can at the motherfucker, and then beat the shit out of him.

Of course, like many other ranking Marines, the Staff Sergeant attempted to get me NJPed, but our Captain squashed it, because "I need more Marines like you with your training."

Thus, Marines started calling me, Krazed; and, while in Oceanside, I tattooed it on my stomach, and turned it into a clothing and tactical brand.

Would you like to know what Guardians or the Creator looks like?

—Krazed

[March 17, 2022]