I bet I've killed over 1,000 North Koreans since Saturday morning. It's not that I have anything against North Koreans, per se, it's just that in this Crysis game I've been playing, they're the bad guys.
I know this particular game is
pirated sold all over the world. I wonder how the average North Korean feels about playing as an American soldier and killing his countrymen.
This evening I pretend-married HatGirl and LuckyFucker. It was all very moving and romantic, I thought. HatGirl even cried, and so I even felt very guilty for making HatGirl cry.
Then we went to Red Lobster, and the food was yummy, so everything turned out okay in the end.
So I haven't had a drop of alcohol since Friday night. I'm not turning into a Jesus-freak or anything like that. It's just something that I was wondering about. I mean, both of my parents were alcoholics, so it's something I have to watch.
Could I go without beer for two days?
Certainly I could. And did. No problem whatsoever.
Certain recent events have reminded me that people, too often, look for the solutions to life's problems in the bottoms of glasses. Or in hypodermic needles. Or, much more drastically, down the barrel of a gun.
So I needed to prove to myself that I could go without drinking. I can, so that's cool.
Besides, the answer to life's problems doesn't lie in any of those places.
The answer to life's problems lies on the other side of a simple conversation. The other end of an email. It lies in fingertips that touch another person, lips that kiss another person.
It lies everywhere that there's proof that we're not alone in this world.