Hyperbolic title aside, these three things vaguely sum up my recent absence from posting.
- The serial killer has sapped most of my free time. Dexter is simply the best show on television, and has dominated my life since I discovered it. Most of us don’t kill, yet almost all can relate to the facade. I believe this is the appeal. That, and he knows jiu jitsu!
- As far as gold goes, I obtained a small melted lump in a secluded parking lot from a man known only as “Chip.” I arrived in the lot at our prearranged meeting time. A few minutes later, Chip pulled up and surreptitiously produced the lump, a scale, and a story detailing his acquisition of the gold from the Democratic Republic of Congo. Seems legit. Sold.
- Dim Mak is the Death Touch; the legendary, unstoppable martial arts technique that dispatches opponents to the after-world with seemingly less-than-lethal force. I thought it was fake, until Dim Mak was repeatedly applied on my neck courtesy of a training partner. There is no escape. There is no counter. Only the inevitable. Luckily, death isn’t the end result, just predetermined surrender.