🦎 | big (plastic) iron on his hip.

Who am I? Heh. Funny you should ask me that.

For a while, I didn’t know *who* I was – all I knew was that I belonged to a human, and... well, didn’t have a whole lotta folks to talk to. Then I wind up here in this little ol’ dirt down under the guise of some ramblin’ desperado from way out west (a practiced lie), end up becomin’ their sheriff with no clue what I was doin’, then uncoverin’ a long-winded conspiracy... before finally growin’ enough of a backbone to fully embrace who I was meant to be.