Man, in real life I was a pointman in Iraq and I won a couple of APPA rated paintball tournaments being the clutch MVP. All I got was a divorce. Yeah women look at me like I am some awesome dude after killing off an entire tournament team fast, but they are already taken having been brought in to watch by their boyfriends. The only hugs I receive is from my own team overwhelmed the joy of victory.

I just drive down these empty rural roads as the sunsets back to the shack feeling pain in different places as the adrenaline subsides.

My main goal is to never judge another man that feels emotion, because that means I can trust him not being a fucking backstabbing psychopath.