When I first met Rusty, his legs were much skinnier, his Amped 2 world ranking much higher, and his most mature quality was his insistence that one be able to “save” one’s friends in a game of Danger Ass. Then the world blinked and Rusty played Danger Ass no more. I remember the day, it was foggy, and I told him to try some of the cheesecake that I had just baked with my hands. He replied, “Don’t tell me what to do.” And it was then that I knew he was a man. A man who would be eat- ing cheesecake henceforth, on his terms only.