While I was growing up, I was a rambunctious fella. I loved a good tussle now and then. I wouldn’t go out of my way to make trouble but when I spotted a threat, I’d not be happy till I neutralized it. We had a neighbor called Victor. Victor was a henchman. A terror to behold. He would beat any and all. It baffled me why he was so strong (and believe me I could hold my own). He just was. That didn’t stop me from picking a fight. Thing about me is I hate leaving anything undone and Victor…well he was a project I needed to deliver.