Seldomly, in the vast multitude of space and time, there comes along a rare specimen, a complete masterpiece of walking artistry. The few lucky souls to bear witness to such a spectular display are immediately overcome by hurricane floods of serotonin like sinking one's teeth into the raw honeycombs of power and elation. Like the passing of a comet that shows face every 2 million years, T-James is but a fleeting moment that may never be seen or heard of by our species again, before the darkness of oblivion sets on earth forever. Do people really read these? T