It was my arrival at the end of my sentimental journey and upon getting some horizontal refreshment for the tired soul of an idle and vertical fellow that I discover, much to my astonishment, that my need to ride a dragon upon St. George was actually a metamorphosis of a soul entangled with the curiosities of it's time. So, blowing off the groundsills I start an extraordinary journey of internal self discovery and a love for the night physic, even if it was going to kill me. Nevertheless, putting the good foot forward to put the devil into hell, I start like all the good men that came before me, with the soul purpose of serving the long and hard tradition, that is to say, immediately.