Hart, for making my shoddy Japanese slightly less shoddy.
Christopher Tovo, for the love in the alley behind Cherry Bar. Jimmy Orr, for designing clan logos that are, without a doubt, completely
orrsome.
Araki Miho, for calligraphy beautiful enough to wear for life. Zack de la Rocha, Philip H. Anselmo, Serj Tankian, D. Randall Blythe,
Mark Morton, Corey Taylor, Mike Patton, Maynard James Keenan, Billy Corgan, Chad Gray, Robb Flynn, Trent Reznor, Jerry Cantrell, Layne Stanley (R.I.P.) and Peter Steele (R.I.P.), for poetry that has inspired and sustained me
far more than simple written words ever could.
My fellow hellions around the Absolute Write Water Cooler, and all my
beautiful bitchez in the Apocaladies.
My family, for unconditional love.
But most of all, to you, who hold these words now in your hand. May it one day become a fist.