[How do you resolve your issues?]

Look at me? How do ya think I resolve my issues? I hit ‘em ‘til they go away. I hit like a Mack Truck on steroids, especially with my right hand so there aren’t many issues that won’t resolve, provided we’re talkin’ the walkin’ talkin’ demon kind of trouble. If that don’t work I blow ‘em up, set on fire and then sit on ‘em ‘til their a nice toasty charred color. Most things scream, yell and die when you set ‘em on fire. I don’t so it’s a damn good way to get rid of the nastier sorts of demons.

Other sorts of issues, the kind that don’t get classified as paranormal, I’m not so good at handlin’ them. I’d blame my parents but Father did everything he knew how to do. There ain’t exactly a manual on how to raise a big, red demon. I never had to deal with most the things people deal with. I spent most my time locked up in a room at the Bureau. Watched a lotta TV, collected cats, trained, lifted weights and read books. Yeah, I’m smarter than I look. Father made sure I was educated and he spent a lotta time with me. I had Liz but I was still pretty damn isolated. As a result, I don’t get the social cues a lotta people do. I don’t understand how to deal with some shit. I don’t get why it ain’t perfectly acceptable to go and hang ‘round outside someone’s window when you wanna see them. Yeah I got a cell phone but I’m talkin’ ‘bout seein’ them. If an issue requires subtly, I’m not really your guy. I can be quiet. I can even be stealthy. I’m the most agile big guy you’ll ever meet but that don’t mean I’m subtle. I’m loud, crass, rude and chances I’m goin’ to offend someone are pretty high. Fact of the matter is, if I can’t hit it, burn it or blow it up, I’m shit at dealing with anything.