When I was just a kid, I used to dream of becoming an actress. Maybe in some soap for repressed housewives. When ten, I saw a bitch singing in a TV talk show for idiots. I drove into my head to become a singer. When fifteen, disappointed by my first quickie in a school bathroom, I changed my mind again. I wanted to be a writer of teenage bullshit. All bullshit, dreams gone to waste. Dishwashers, cashier in a discount, cleaner. Finally, when twenty-four, I ended up being a whore. I’d hustle on the sidewalks of Ocean Drive, two steps away from Miami Beach. Then July 4th came. America, that day, knew the end. And a new horrible start. Thus, in the darkness of these new times, the Hagakure radiates for the first time its true light. My name is Consolaciõn and I follow the Way of the Samurai. My katana has been forged in blood and pain. Someone calls them zombies. Others speak of Apocalypse. It matters not. Only one thing matters now. When I leave my home, I walk into the realm of the dead. When I cross my gate, I go towards the enemy. Miami will see a long and endless summer of war. This is the Bushido. This is the creed of a samurai.