For me auld segotia,
Me Mate,
Me Karzen,
The Booted Bastard.

Like the bricks paving the road to Hell, we began our trek with good intentions. We both felt that most times most men are mere myrmidons choosing to travel down a well worn path. Few want to blaze a new trail, to forge a new route. Most hope to slide through life without scraping against any of the rough edges. Whenever the road tilts towards the sky, we often take the right hand turn on Easy Street instead of struggling forward to the top. But both of us believe that there are times when the bubble that represents the bounds of human possibility must be pressed on, pushed out, and made to bulge. In other words, a person ought to step out to his borders every now and then and have a look around. It's good for the heart, the soul, and the mind. If a person can fight his way back from the fringes, the effort will make one stronger.