Our story starts not yesterday but a few short months ago with a dragon down on his luck. We're all faced with times like this, true tragedy... getting home and realizing that you bought smooth peanut butter instead of crunchy or a friend not accepting a request on facebook... crippling moments in our lives where we just hate ourselves for our situation. Well, this dragon was defeated and had happily shut himself out from the world, to spare bringing anyone into his mess. Letting life slip on by; I imagine, is a lot like watching my little pony. At first you sit there, feeling sorry for yourself for having being subjected to the horrors. Complaining and feeling sorry for yourself and by the time you realise you could have just gotten up and changed the channel, you're already started to understand how others have come to like it and start to accept it yourself. Fittingly, both giving up on life and liking My Little Pony results in social exclusion, being coated in a thin layer of Doritos dust and a neckbeard that could beat chuck norris' in a arm wrestle.

So here I was, coated in fake cheese powder; sporting facial hair that would make a pedophile stand in ovation, socially withdrawn and feeling mighty sorry for myself. I'd climbed under the glass table and whilst I wasn't jerking off to the shit that life was dropping on me; I certainly couldn't explain how I came to have the hard on and didn't have much of a plan to move out from under it either.

And then, like in any good story when all hope was lost; a few more heroes were introduced. Inspiration is very much like herpies; it'll turn up out of no where, it sticks around for the rest of your life and it flares up unexpectedly... usually just in time to give it to others. You can get herpies anywhere, some get it from love, others from work and some questionably disturbed folk get it from their family. It's ironically fitting that I got my case of the herpes after a few visits to sydney! For those playing at home, I don't really have herpies... but I did get inspiration and tonnes of it from an incredibly unexpected place.

Ultimately, if I mentioned the people in my life who make it brighter every day just being a part of it; the officer whom will analyse all your corpses will suggest old age had killed you instead of boredom whilst reading it. It's always also difficult to articulate your appreciation and love for someone publicly without offending someone else or appearing to be partaking in a circle jerk. I'm rather unskilled at the art of circlejerking, apparently it's against the spirit of the game to stop midway and taste a bead of your neighbors' pre before turning to another and suggest that it does taste like pineapple. That being said the individuals whom have significantly changed the course of my life in the past few months are fully aware of thier value to me and I have discovered that the smell of branded and burnt flesh isn't as bad as I would have expected. These heroes, whether they either know or want to admit; have truly saved me from a fate far worse than ponys.

So we have a story with a bunch of un-named heroes both near and far whom through their actions of love selflessness saved a undeserving guy from himself. Who were there for me through the darkest of times, supporting me despite my resistances and self evaluations of worth... bringing me into the new year with a bounce in my step and the horizon in my eyes. For that gratitude can never truly compensate what they have done for me... and whilst I might not truly believe I deserve it, all I can do is live the rest of my life trying to live up to being worth it.

Thanks for being my hero.