It began as a tragedy. I expected to walk off into the sunset and be forgotten. At best, I was hoping for a better outcome than poor ole' Alexander Supertramp. I just wasn't cut out for this world. After thirty-something years of failures, rejections, self-mutilation instead of self-improvement, and dreams of everything revolutionary, with only a miserable reality to show for it, this was where I gave in. There was nothing and no one left to believe in. And nothing and no one left to believe in me. So... I walk. But then, I come across a dying creature who claims to be Karma... and what's more, he tells me I am supposed to kill him! Well... I don't want to give anything away, but let's just say this... The tragedy becomes a comedy. Then, it becomes a fantasy. And then, the best part... it becomes a happily ever after. Is it a true story? You tell me...;)