Before there was Darryl, before the time of my father, or my father's father, was JoH.  JoH became an integral part of my darkness and ultimate journey into the light.  JoH is a demon that represents all that is dark and negative in my life. In dealing with this evil entity, I had to deal with the darker side of myself.  The ultimate downfall of JoH was the first step in the healing and growth of my own soul.  Here is the origin of JoH as revealed in a dream and my interpretation of him.
	Life has many paths.  There are those you chose and those that chose you.  For the most part, I always let my path chose  me.  I expected crap and got it.  It was a mixture of upbringing and fear.  Although my life was, I felt, a crapfest, I was afraid to change it.  I let others chose for me.  And other people, for the most part, don't give a damn about you. They will act on their own enjoyment and survival.   Learning I *can* make my own choices is when I started to live.
	Childhood ends and with it innocence.  Sometimes its a gradual change.  Sometimes it is thrust upon you in an ugly series of events.
	Rock bottom.  This was it.  On the evening of November 24th, 2004, I passed out at the wheel of my Plymouth Voyager.  I was going about 70mph at the time down a local highway.  The double-trailer semi in front of me was at the intersection.  I slammed into it like an unguided missle.  I snapped my left femur and both the fibula and tibula of my right ankle.  I was drunk.  I could deny my alcoholism no longer.  I was lucky no one died.  Even luckier to have a family that loved me, cared for me, and decided to stand by me and help.  This is my memory of that Thanksgiving eve.