Ah America. It's nice to be back here and not chained to the table in the basement of Corporate America – that crap sucks. The downside of this newfound freedom is that I've been back for almost two weeks now and am trapped in front of a television in the 'burbs. Television sneaks up on you like a bum hiding behind a tree branch on Fisherman's Wharf. You wake up from a daze and realize that you're watching the top-twenty forty-year-old achievements in American sport for the second time in one day.
Goddamn it – I need an exit strategy.