Flashback to the primordial days of TRNHDS, when it was rocking the Atomic Ventures incarnation. My scrappy little website, serving as a digital calling card with slightly more bite, embodied my renegade swagger as a lone wolf digital merc always hustling like nobody's business. It was less polished portfolio and more punk-ass playground, a true reflection of my untamed spirit. Consider it my secret lair, where I plotted epic projects and left my digital mark. Or at least, that's what I liked to tell myself. It was the go-to spot to catch up on my wild shenanigans and who knows, maybe even snag some freelance gigs. Ah, those were the days of glorious chaos and questionable UI choices. But hey, I was always on the grind, making moves and taking names. So, friends, let's respect the roots, for great sequels demand great pilots.