Interestingly, I have somehow managed to survive unscathed and unmolested for some forty-three summers - and a shitload more winters - without the need to carry so much as a pepper spray. I have no idea why. Unless I don't happen to live in some Sam Peckinpah/Quentin Tarantino snuff fantasy, I suppose.
At the age of five, Skagra decided emphatically that God did not exist. This revelation tends to make most people in the universe who have it react in one of two ways - with relief or with despair. Only Skagra responded to it by thinking, 'Wait a second. That means there's a situation vacant.'