Mikey was on the case, every case. All the time.

He began to breathe the air of the industry way back, when hair was funny and drugs had good quality. Even he could do some on-camera work then and all it took was one more pretty country girl with a lot of hopes and dreams. He liked hopes and dreams. They were so fragile it was hard for him not to jinx it all, basically being a self-admitted klutz.

After her fame clocked out, she ended up as a strawberry express BJ hooker on a lil' turkey disount while he was sent among us for a higher cause to uphold.
For porn. For freedom. For society. And a bit of ego as well.
Today he's more than an institution; he's a silent guardian. A fighter, forevermore an arbiter of light.