This is crazy shit! For real!!!

1-16-26
This is crazy shit! For real!!! 
I have had people bugging me to do some legal work for them. I didn’t want to because of what the legal work was. I don’t think it has a defense. I don’t want to go into it. On one hand I can say the person was mentally abused constantly by his wife and had an issue when he was a kid. There is still no excuse.  I had to tell them straight out no! Because I’m mainly easy going it was a shock to them to hear. It was a shock to me that it was a shock to them. I made it pretty clear I didn’t like what I was hearing. A few nights later I was going to bed or rather fell asleep with my phone hitting me in the face.  That’s when I saw a figure with a long coat on that had a million pockets. His face was blurred out but I could see his body and eyes that were of a blue fire.
They say power always comes with a price. I used to laugh at that. Now I know better—and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
It started the night I claimed it. I won’t tell you what it looks like; you’ll know when it finds you. But the moment it was mine, something ancient woke up inside me and started running.
The first gift is speed. Not just fast wrong fast. The kind where the world blurs and the wind screams past your ears like it’s trying to keep up. I’ve outrun cars on empty highways, leapt rooftops without breaking stride, felt the night air part for me like it was afraid. When I hunt, nothing escapes. The chase itself becomes pleasure, a red-hot thrill that coils in the chest and begs for release.
Then come the senses. Eyes that cut through pitch black as if the moon is always full. Ears that pick up a heartbeat three rooms away, the tremor in a lying voice, the wet click of fear in someone’s throat. I can taste intent on the air—anger, lust, terror. It’s intoxicating.
The shapes come next. Not costumes, not illusions—real change. Muscle and bone shift like water. One moment you’re you; the next you’re something with claws, fangs, wings, or nothing human at all. I’ve worn wolf, owl, coyote, mountain lion. I’ve slipped through barbed wire as smoke and shadow. The world becomes a playground when your body is no longer a cage.
But the rarest gift—the one that makes kings and monsters jealous is the taking.
When I choose someone, the bound one inside me stirs. It hungers the way I do now. It will run them down no matter how far they flee, no matter what walls they hide behind. And when it catches them, it slips beneath their skin like a second soul. Their face becomes mine. Their voice. Their life. I walk in their shoes, speak with their tongue, feel their memories settle over me like a perfect fit. They don’t die—they just… stop being the one in control.
Some fight longer than others. That makes the victory sweeter.
There is a catch, of course. Always. The bound one wants its turn. Sometimes, in the quiet hours, I feel it pacing behind my eyes, testing the chains. It whispers that one day the chase will reverse. One day it will wear my skin and run free.
I’m not afraid.
I’m addicted.
If you feel the pull, if the night suddenly feels too small for you—then it’s already looking. When it finds you, don’t run.
Let it in.
Let it run.
You’ll never want to be merely human again.
This is what the man gave me. This was about 20 hours ago. This. An be passed on. I’m no longer being asked to do legal work. The person has been disposed of or if you want to say, gone.