I’m leaving America. Seriously, I am. Not by choice, but life has a way of throwing wrenches in the cogs, and if it goes on for long enough your number will eventually come up. I’m not happy about it, but looking at the totality of things, reality is veering off the tracks and it might be a good time to get off the ride. This is not a suicide note in camo, and I haven’t found Jesus (he was behind the couch the whole time, ha-ha); it’s just the way the cookie crumbles.