Finally, I ventured out on my own. I found a nice hole in the ground to call my own.
It became my own, after savagely beating two men to death with that stick behind me.
ps. that is indeed Han Solo on my shirt. Han was an idol of mine, a simple rogue out for himself, only to cease his wild ways for the love of a princess. To be fair, I never found such a princess, but I did dabble with a hooker or two.