I ran the plan through my mind again. This operation had been in the works for a month, and I was terrified of fucking it up. I was visualizing the primary and secondary egress routes with my eyes shut when I recognized the target’s distinct voice around the corner. No mistaking that voice – not after all the direct and indirect intel I’d gathered. I took a turkey-look around the corner for a quick visual confirmation. I half-hoped I’d see something that warranted an abort, but conditions were favorable. This, as they say, was motherfucking it.
My mouth tasted like copper.
My abdominal muscles clenched.
My right knee quivered like it always does when I’m scared.
I stepped around the corner.
The target locked eyes with me.
Blood pounded in my ears.
I unstuck my tongue from the roof of my mouth.
“Hi Melanie!” I croaked. “Will you go to Homecoming with me?”
Did you crack up? I did. That’s part of today’s post over at Pill Red, Condition Yellow, the new blog of Dogsquat, one of our favorite peeps. Anyone familiar with Dogsquat from the comment section knows that he’s a smart, irreverent, hilarious and effective writer. He’s one of the best communicators I’ve ever seen, and now he’s hung out a shingle. Great news!
For all the young guys reading here, and there are quite a few, don’t miss this. He’s a good man who inspires and entertains. His advice is golden.
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