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You don't have to be a math magician to tell a story, but every good storyteller knows that a great story is one-part truth and two-parts lie. However, the tale I have to tell uses no such ratio. It is a tale of two misfits, forging their way through a world of rules and expectations they would not be bothered with. To dismiss these tales as simply a work of fiction, beyond the bounds of the believable, is to rob yourself of a new perspective both unique and impractical. At the same time, a study of their tales and troubles as a work of non-fiction would prove just as unfruitful, since rhyme and reason rarely come to play. Our story takes place where truths and lies dance together under a strobe light, in the space where reality is safe to fantasize. This is not a documentary and yet not a fable. Not legend, nor to be taken literally. So, I'm left with no choice but to lay their deeds before you with no promise of meaning or moral, only a great story. It is helpful and informative to understand how it all began. So, we will begin at the beginning where most every story really should start. Woodruff and Bob met in a way which most people would consider to be very out of the ordinary, but for them it was just Friday.