2003-04-23 - 2:07 p.m.

There’s a scene in Dogs of War where the main character remembers how he became a mercenary. He was working some suit job (insurance I think) in the local branch office in Africa and then, one day, folded up his work, put it in his desk, walked out of the office, got in his jeep, drove out to the brush and just signed up with a company.

One day, I promised self, I’m going to do that.

One day, I’m going to close the door to my little cubicle office, grab some gear and just drive away. I’m going to disappear off of all radar and just go. Run. Not necessarily go merc. Maybe just drive across the country, see the left coast, get into adventures.

Walk the earth.

One day, I’m going to step out of this life and do all the shit I promised my self I would do when I had the time. I’m going to fuck off being responsible and working and all that crap. I’m going to do all the bad little sins that I told myself I someday would.

One day.

Until then, I have promises to keep and deadlines to meet.

And miles to go before I sleep.

But one day, I swear I’m going to stop being the Well Spoken Asian Boy I hate so much and be the Actionhero I always promised myself I would.

I’ve just got a lot of shit to do before then.

Oh and fuck marriages, weddings and everyone associated with them.

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