Febuary 13th, 2002 Hi There! Ok! Enough with the "Mikey! Where's a update!?" or "Mikey! You need to update your commentary!" I have nothing really to commentate on in my life so I'm going to ramble. Why? Because if I don't Justin Sidya or BJ might attempt to murder me or worse yet force me to sign a XMW contract. As I stare into my lava lamp I try to think what to type and reveal about the life and times of Mikey MiGo. I think back to when I got my lava lamp. It was like 4 years ago. I was either a Freshmen or Sophmore in High School. A High School that I never really wanted to go to. I grew up in Gary, Indiana and made the trip to Hobart every day to go to St. Bridget's School from the young ripe age of 7 till 8th Grade. 8th Grade was my "Break Out Year" so to speak. Wrestling some how, some way took over my life. Up until then, I was still a huge mark....But thats the time in life when I did E-Feds, Toy Feds, and Started going to local Indy shows like RWA and NWWA. That year I went to WrestleMania 13, my seats were one row from having my head touching the roof, but it was WRESTLEMANIA! And that's all that mattered right? Up until then, I went to a few house shows in Valparaiso, saw and was in the lockerroom at NWA/WCW when I was 5 out in Georgia. I met Sting that day in the back and sat there with nothing to say because without his make-up and gear he wasn't "really Sting". What a luxury that had to of been for him. Later that night he went the distance with Muta. Anyways, back to my "Break Out Year"...That year rocked. I un-officially got banned from being an alter boy when I spilt the wine on the priest during one of the weekly mass's. Towards the end of that year the class went to Washington DC. It was a trip I'll never forget. Better than any "road trip" I hear "workers" kick back and brag about. A little bit after that, My grandmother was put on special medication for her MS. The medication fucked up her head and one night in April she shot herself. I miss her dearly and there's not a day that goes by that I don't think about her. Well, The year went on and so did life. My Catholic School career was over. It was time to move on to Highschool. It was time to do what I was planned and crafted to do...go to Hobart High School! But there was a problem! I lived in Gary still. If anyone knows anything about Gary, I'd not be a safe kid to enter a Gary High School...so what the fuck was I going to do. We tried everything from giving them my grandpa's address and to asking if we could pay tuition. No Good. So all summer, it was up in the air...I needed to go to Highschool, but where. It came down to me going to Lake Station High School. At first, I hated it...and really, I never really accepted that I was there. I should of been at a better school. I mean my parents and grandparents just paid multiple thousands of dollars that they really didn't have to make sure I had a great education. So here I am...A Freshmen at Edison. As soon as I got there I clicked with some of the outsider type people. Ok, I clicked with the Marilyn Manson, black clothing wearing, and rubber ducky hanging freaks. I figured out in the long run that I accept and kinda like that lifestyle, but it wasn't me. Atleast at the time. So I simply began to hang out with normal people. The year was over and so was my first year of Edison. I still wanted out...Hobart was my home for some reason in my head. But nooooo, I move on to my Sophmore year and slowly and surely Art and Wrestling rule supreme in my life again. I find some girls I like, I play with toys still, I did some E-feds, I made alot of Art, but it never mattered because Wrestling was my top priority. My current life comes to surface in my Junior year. My parents and I move to Lake Station...ugh...and to make it worse, RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET FROM THE HIGH SCHOOL...Double Ugh. The Junior Year was sorta good except for one dramatic situation that I dealt with one stormy afternoon in Art Class. This girl I really liked, lets call her "PHM" for "Pretty Hate Machine". We're Art Assistants, so we went out during class and took down art work that was hanging above the lockers. Close to the end I was out of it. Watching PHM get up and down off a chair infront of me. I have the stack of art in my arms and she has the chair as we walk back to class. I'm staring at her ass because dammit she was very well developed. Then it happened. MY PANTS FALL DOWN. That morning I couldn't find my belt so I just went as normal. I guess the visual "help" stirred something "up" because my pants slid to my ankles. I drop the Art, and she turns around her jaw drops and she drops the chair...I quickly pull my pants up as teachers from that hallway scope out the hallway because of the noise. We both hurry back to class and things are ok from there. Sure, we didn't speak for a month or so and all she did was smile at me. Come Christmas time, I get a gift from her, It was a CD..."Pretty Hate Machine" by Nine Inch Nails. Also X-Mas time was when I attended a NWWA show and met most of what WAS Maniak Enterprise Wrestling. We did the yard thing and from day one I thought I could make it a Indy fed. I recall writting for TPTK's personal website rambling about my "vision" for MEW back two years ago. Fast Forward to April of that year. Nine Inch Nails came to Chicago. Up until that point in time, I never realized just how important that music, those words, that savior was to me. Life would suck...Life would beat me down, but NIN was always there. Call it weird, but without NIN there'd be no Mike. The concert cost me friends, money, and much more. But that concert is where I bought the "legendary" and ever so dirty NIN hat that I sport at all times. Junior Year is over, PHM is gone and soon after helping NRW with music and what not....MEW was in the training process. The Normal School day, Practice 4 days a week, and multiple Art projects tends to wear a kid out...but I kicked all ass and lived through it. I graduated in June, in August MEW held its first show. From there you probably think you know the story, but maybe sooner or later I'll fill you in on my side of it. So now, I'm 18 years old, still sitting here playing with toys, reading E-Fed stuff, and still staring at my lava lamp. Life isn't that bad if you think about it. Remember, I am the God of Indiana. HEART! Mikey MiGo8 )