Many moons ago, in a time almost forgotten. It was early in the day, maybe 10ish. I was climbing a tower many times taller than myself. There were others climbing, for what awaited the first to the top was no more than a vantage point from which to observe the playground without obstruction. It was that monent, when I met he who is called Matt, and learned the ways of the headband-windbreaker.

Matt has been my brother for almost 20 years. In that time we have been through much together. As childeren we butted heads about things that people should not ponder, and it was for the betterment of the world. Matt is a man of many focuses. He's very open minded and highly intellegent. In the other hand, He's got a fetish for black powder and things that make loud noises. Beware those who would aim to sour the earth with tainted offspring, for this man's childeren will know how to shoot cannons before other kids learn to say die.