I was only 9 years old. I loved Deej so much. I prayed to him each night before bed. Deej is love I said. Deej is life. Someone flew in through my window. It was Deej! I couldn't believe it! I leaned over and let him take my money out of my wallet while thrusting his powerful PR juices into my body. I was so happy. My father walked in. Deej looked him straight in the eye. He said,"Deej, out." But, Right before he left, My father stared him right back in the eye. He said. ... [spoiler][b][i][u]JUST DO IT![/u][/i][/b][/spoiler] That's all I remember. My wallet was empty and my sides were sore. My father's vocal chords had been expunged from his chest from the intense motivation he had given me. Somehow, I knew Deej was still out there, waiting for me. I prayed one last time. Deej is love, I said. Deej is life.