The beginning is breathtaking and captivating story that should be told in a spielberg film. It was spring 2001 and the muggy amazon air was wearing heavy in my lungs and and covered my body with a cloak of sweat. It was getting dark and I knew my kogi tribal guide was trembling with fear and wouldn't help me for long as we near the hidden temple. With the strength of a thousand ox I crawled through waist high swamp full of snakes and hungry gators to finally reach the temple door. The temple was dark and reaked of death with scores of hanging vines weaving throughout the passageways. I used my machete to hack my way to the main burial chamber. I opened the ancient sarcophagus with the text "Chief Crazyhead Mattson" and I was confused, but in a weird rush of clarity it made sense. Sweating from the heat and shear fear of what I'd find, I reached inside the damp and dusty sarcophagus and slowly brought up what I had been searching for...