To hear Samm tell it the birth of Cell 144 starts and ends with him and Julia and series of experiments involving the conjuring of a tesseract. The truth is our roots go much deeper than that. Samm doesn't usually talk about those roots, because until last month he saw them as something with no ramifications for anyone who didn't grow up in the shadow of Harmony Hill. Converging on the old neighborhood last month, we saw just how fucking wrong he was about that. It was the first time the two of us had shared that space since we were kids and well... The neighborhood was always weird, and its weirdness always seemed especialy responsive to Samm. That much about the old neighborhood has not changed.
When the defacto leader of our tribe took his own life, we all looked to Samm to fill the void. Though he was really too young to be asked to do such a thing he never let us down for as long as he lived with us. We called Samm and a sfew of his friends, the Hounds Of Harmony Lane, not just because they were an inseperable pack, but because nearly every kid who spent any time in that neighborhood has a story about the strange dogs that showed up every time they dissapeared. I don't want to get too far ahead of shit though...Samm will be telling this story a few pages at a time for the next month or so. The first two pages, however, are mine. Excluding the art anyway. I watched Samm create the images accompanyng my introduction, so I can say firsthand how much this process is going to take out of him.
Big things are coming, for us, and for you, whoever you are, sitting there reading these words. Take this work for the gift it is, but if you happen to see the Hounds....give them a wide berth, it's been a while since they last ate.