Choice

The way I see it, I have a simple choice. I can write, or I can defeat the enemies of the people in Ghost Recon. Now that I’ve got the hang of it, that is. Not that the enemies of the people aren’t a bitch to kill.

Anybody remember the Iraqi conflict? Seems almost like it fell out of the news. People are still being shot at, but the media have moved on.

People ask me, “Don’t you want to do a thoughtful reflection on what it was like to eat pizza at The Varsity some 25 years later, on what has and hasn’t changed, and how interesting it was to be there with your daughters?” Why yes, yes I do. But not tonight.