It is the year 2000 AD and the human race hath remained unscathed for no great computer collapse, or war, or death hath been brought down upon us in retribution for our countless sins. So let it be written, so let it be done.

The coming and going of a paradoxically enormous milestone was, shall we say, anti-climatic. Thus the whimsically dream-like entrance into a vortex of temporary blissful ignorance was not foreshadowed by recent precedent. On an oppressive late summer day hordes of hormones swarmed around a concrete and brick spire, whose ability to intensify solar rays must not be underestimated, subsequently arranged for a completely random chance acquaintance to be made: two strange young chaps with the same moniker in life. It was from this point forward that those three would experience a great deal of highs and lows including grades, sexual exploits, income, popularity, maturity, and (perhaps?) wisdom.

That which they knew, they shared; and that which they shared, they knew. The coalescence of thoughts that spawn invention happened across the one known as The Child. This seed of cerebral sparks sprung to life only after a latency period, dubbed The Post-Collegiate Hangover. A variety acquaintances were made along the way, each adding more to the experience of the other. In such ways do humans grow. Inevitably there was to be a collaboration of ideas and expression, a narrative through the exploration of this experience we believe to be reality. Thus it is like sand in a river, always changing but moving forward in a similar direction.

If I were cooler I would have tried to write this like one of the introductions to a Star Wars movie. Seeing as I am not, I chose not to betray you with a sub-par attempt at writing it in that matter. Sorry if anyone is disappointed.

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