I’m your huckleberry.

You don’t start out looking for a duel to the death. You want to make peace, coexist, discuss, live. But the longer you go knowing you’re not going to survive the maelstrom, the less patience you have. You start to get reckless. Where I am.

I’ve been taking shots on the Internet for a dozen years. Not a problem. Usually easily handled by tactics like those shown above. Doesn’t matter if you’re sick, failing, sweating with the fever of disgust and misanthropy.

Now and again it gets serious. Still doesn’t matter if you’re sick, failing, sweating with the fever of disgust and misanthropy. Or even if you’re unexpectedly old. I’m still your Huckleberry.

“Poor soul, you were just too high strung… I’m afraid the strain was more than he could bear.”