>I was only 9 years old
>I loved Foley so much, watched all his matches, memorized all his promos
>I pray to Foley every night before bed, thanking him for the life I've been given
>"Foley is love" I say "Foley is life"
>My dad hears me and calls me a jabroni
>I knew he was jealous of my devotion to Mick Foley
>He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep
>I'm crying now and my face hurts
>I lay in bed and is really cold
>A warmth is moving towards me
>Is Foley, I'm so happy
>He whispers into ear "BANG BANG!"
>He grabs me with his powerful hairy hands and does a double arm DDT followed by a diving elbow
>It hurts but I do it for Mick Foley
>My dad walks in
>Foley looks at him straight in the eyes and said "Have a nice day!"
>Foley leaves through my window
>Foley is love. Foley is life.