Hector, the man, the legend, treated my grandfather as somewhat of a protégée. It was when my father was thirteen, under the steady tutelage of Mr. Boyardee, that my grandfather mastered the art of belt-whipping. With such a history with the legend, it is only natural that I eventually surpass him. However, you do spoil me. I have yet to leave large permanent scars, and I have a long journey ahead of me.