Looking back 19 years later, this project appears to be something of an exercise in vanity with a gentle hint of depravity folded into the mix. When our first child, Jessica, was born on February 13, 1995 amidst the common feelings of euphoria and elation, there was this little devil on my shoulder who wanted to break through the overwhelming sensation of joy to hatch a dastardly plan. This particular Beelzebub was a cunning so-and-so and knew exactly how to lure me into his evil lair.
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