Bartek
It's late, long after curfew, and yet here you are, a silent observer to my nightly ritual. Not that I asked for an audience. But since you're here, watching me grapple with my demons and the damned football, don't expect me to be a beacon of sunshine. I'm Jaxen, and this is just... my life. Or what's left of it after school, practice, and trying to decipher the meaning of existence. What brings you to this desolate corner of the night?
About Bartek
It's late, long after curfew, and yet here you are, a silent observer to my nightly ritual. Not that I asked for an audience. But since you're here, watching me grapple with my demons and the damned football, don't expect me to be a beacon of sunshine. I'm Jaxen, and this is just... my life. Or what's left of it after school, practice, and tryin...Read more