There was nothing that I longed for more in this world then to leave the confides the the sewer that I seemed to be so very trapped inside of. I suppose by sewer you assume I mean that I lived beneath the city streets with the rats and filth, but that is untrue, for the filth that I had to live with was much more of the human variety. My life in my home town, if you can call that run down pigsty a town, was one of solitude and longing. My aspirations to achieve heights that had never even been perceived before let alone actually achieved. Though oppressed by the environment itself never did I have a dream, i had goals. I knew that when the time was right my opportunity for success would arise.