Obscure to most people on this planet whose mouths have been moistened by the magic of potable water, Wasp and Pear have nonetheless achieved mythical status. T, the quintessence of tortured and artistic, has chosen the inhospitable climes of remote Montana as his home, where, apart from me, he cannot be contacted. As is apropos, D hails from Texas, befitting his larger than life, flamboyant stature. Nothing but flatlines all around. Please understand that I write this in spite of them. They, I, otherwise wish to maintain their myth.