The year was 1990. Chris, Deon, and I were on a course to carve out our legacy. Chris and I wrote for what seemed to be weeks. Deon sat on the couch drawing the pages as fast as they were written. He laughed at Chris and me as we acted out fight scenes on the living room floor. Sometimes he would even join in on the fun. As the stories were wrapped up and in production, jobs were assigned and then…we realized we had no idea how we were going to publish it! We could create it, but how the hell did we sell it? We had no idea how out of our depth we were. Ah to be young and dumb.