I wanted to make the best wallet for myself. 
This is how Spartan was born. I have it in my pocket up to this day. I don't make do with any kind of shit....I deserve the best one. 
I was born in such a district of Budapest where you would probably escape from in underwear after meeting the local rough-necks. We had here stabbers, one-horse thieves, swollen badasses with half a kilo of gold around their necks.....In a place like this you learn the rules.
These kind of places are the ones where you can find such badass assholes as us.....and somehow we don't like bowing and scraping to others.....there is something in the middle that doesn't let us do this.... it's called backbone. 
We are the ones who do their things in their own ways. 
We are the ones who are just unable to run away. 
We are the ones to die in wars in the first row. 
Heroes? No way! We are not heroes at all! We just dare to live in the way others don't even dare to dream about. We come from such a big heep of shit that we have nothing to lose. Do you want my money? Do you want my car? Do you want my chick? Do you want my life? Come here and take it! 
Centuries can go by but the rules won't change!
When I carved this sentence into my wallet I wasn't thinking of muscular bearded figures in underwear from a comics adaptation....no......I was thinking of the most important lesson that the ghetto gave us. 
If you need something, take it.....'cause I'm not gonna give it to you myself. There are a couple of us who act like this,right? Borders here or there, such assholes like me are the same everywhere. We understand each other from half words...even if we set to and beat the hell out of each other. 
Who gives a shit about it? 
We are still brothers. 
We are still THE badasses. 
But do you know what's good about it? 
We are the ones who the rich fancy men's girls think of when gaping in bed.
God loves us. 
We are the ones who make the show great in this fucked up gigantic reality show.

 

László Balassa