Welcome one, welcome all, please please take your seats and allow me to tell you a little bit about me. Your extravagant storyteller extraordinaire, mean ol moon, and even a maestro of pen to paper, I've been called a lot of things but you need only know me by one, Mr. Daydream. 

Now this account isn't exactly my first performance, nor will it be my last but in regards to the last profile, it's a change of pace, a hint of summer sassafras on the river of joyous tales passed. Now your eyes tell me all I need to know, you're wondering what's so different about this new run-of-the-mill gazebo. I can say with certainty that it will definitely be a rather drastic change from what I'm used to, that being a slew of stories that have no end and usually revolve around our patron saint, Spike the Dragon, or an equally fortuitous pony known as Princess Luna. 

Do not be mistaken, those are still my favorite characters to this day, I even have the pictures hanging up in my room to prove it but this particular profile will strive to be different. Do I promise not to write about these characters? Not in the slightest, I mean what kind of businessman would I be if I lowered my expectations like that? Instead, what I do promise are the tales of a period long past, a period I belong to, the 1920s. There may be the occasional saunter off from that topic every once in a while but for the most part, I aim to please for a time period that I love. 

A time of ambition, 
a time of prohibition. 
A time of uncertain yet genuine serendipity.