As I step into the building I hear the word “Camera” in my ear, then a slight pause and then the word “Action”.  The boys.  Let me tell you about the boys.  I have no clue what their names are, nor would I want to know.  They are nasty beasts, the kind that girls want to fuck, and guys fear.  All I would need to say is one word and they would come to my aid.  That thought makes me chuckle.  They see me as delicate, fragile, someone who needs to be looked after.  They are wrong, they know they are wrong, but it makes them feel better to think that they are my Knights.  We are always together, we live in the same house, travel together, eat together, but there is a rule.  Never get personal, and that includes knowing eachother’s backgrounds, names, birthdays, or anything of the like.  I am proud to say, that the three of us have never even made an attempt to break that one rule.  I have seen more then one P.O.D. fall apart because of that.  Good people sent away because they couldn’t keep their dicks in their pants, getting too drunk, talking to much, or just cracking and spilling all the secrets.  I’ll get into the details later of what that all means.  For now, I  have a job to do.