For several years I wandered. I did odd jobs, I built things. I was hired muscle. I did a few things I wouldn’t tell my kids about.  I became something. When the new economy finally emerged, I was ready. I’d become one of many great heroes to walk the land.

Tags: Crashers, mini saga

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