The words for this story are a poem that was sent to me in late 1996/ early 1996. I knew then that I wanted to use them in story. Back then I was working on a concept that featured a “superhero” called Axon who was a telekinetic Rastafarian telepath. The poem was set to a story that was essentially Axon’s fall from grace. It was written, drawn and I even think I put it online for a bit way back in 1997/1998. It was bad… I wish I had it some where… maybe I do… but it was bad.

I hope this is better.