Prologue

We always envisioned ourselves going out in a big ball of fire before the age of 30. Casting off our worldly shell after well over a decade of exploring our limits. Always balancing upon that fine line between the generally accepted and the proven insane. Keeping a low profile when needed, slipping through the cracks and never losing control, those have been our guidelines through life.

We used to have recurring nightmares. We had seen our own demise on numerous occasions. We had seen the car we would drive and the inevitable ball of fire that would consume us. She would have perished with us, the love of our life, the object of our passion and desire, sitting next to us in the passanger seat. Throwing our body on top of hers would not have shielded her from the flames.

Today we are living a suburban life, driving a suburban car. Yes, when push came to shove, we decided against the purchase of our greatly desired but ill-fated vehicular apparatus. With decreased horsepower we arrived at the forewarned event, 15 minutes late. We cried. And as she gently touched our hand she asked: "Someone you knew?"

Facing the eve of our 30th coming of spring, we have given ourselves another 20 to achieve our greater goals. We have reluctantly accepted the increase to our lifespan. We still cherish the power of World Domination and follow it's calling. We have seen, and can smell -heed our words and submit- the fire and brimstone.
Just one phonecall and a few keystrokes away.

Sitting on our throne we have decided to spend what is left of today to nurture our nicotine and pistachio-nut addiction.

Ex Aequo