Jack of Harts

I live in the present, I look to the future, and I try not to let the past rule me too much.  I watch it of course, because I don’t want to relive it because I was too stupid to see the signs you know.  But some people, they live in the past, always looking back.  The past is gone, and healthy people leave it behind them.  You know, we have to remember that sometimes objects in the rearview mirror appear closer than they are.

I don’t watch horror movies.  You see, I’ve fought things that go bump in the night, and Hollywood, or wherever it is they’ve rebuilt, just don’t match reality with their movies.  They try to make it more exciting than real life, more high energy.  Though some of the virtual movies are impressive.  In the end though, I really don’t need more nightmares to wake up from.

There’s a real art to combat smack talking.  Some people say it is a waste of time.  Me, I think that anything that make’s the other guy think about anything other than killing me is real nice.  Psychological Warfare the eggheads call it.  I call it fighting smart.  Perhaps the most fun four words I’ve gotten to say are “I have your gun.”  I love the dawning look of comprehension on their faces.  It really is priceless.