After two years of preparation and travel, I’ve made it to Houston, and found the last thing I needed. A crew. A couple of usos in the bar bought me a drink. Strange lot yeah, but I like em right. They got a small fella, an Indian lady, a ninja of some kind who don’t talk much of nothin, and a professor type who don’t stop talkin. Says malö to everyone that one does, even agaga leaga, devils. A little self restraint couldn’t hurt him. He seems good tho. We went west to a little island town in the desert, and killed a bunch of strange men in the hills. That is where we lie now.