I remember inking this page like it was yesterday. I was still in secondary school, living with my mum in this house in the middle of the woods. She was working late, and I was home alone with my dog Mitsu and my pig Sergei. I was sitting by the kitchen table and listening to a tape with Bruce Springsteen’s Born to Run on one side and Metallica’s Black Album on the other side. Ah, those were the days.