I met Daniel in a bookstore I used to work at. He had the appearance of a regular guy, though exhausted in comparison to most. When I’d discovered Drobomir as his real name, I found it intriguing. He told me he did too, but admitted he never got a chance to use it. Several stories later, I suggested he put what comes out of his mouth on paper. Not write a book because I felt he’d probably screw it up. But dictate his words. A week later, he let me read his first draft. Soon after, I’d tricked him into starting this blog too.