First I get sent to freaking Iraq to defuse bombs and watch civilians get blown to bits. Then my momma and home get blown away by that bitch Katrina. All I wanted was to settle down, do some work, figure out a major for school, and maybe find a girl again. Now I am getting locked in rooms and burnt to a crisp by a pyrokinetic pot-head. Starting to wonder if God has a plan for me after all – and I am hoping that it doesn't look anything like the plan he had for Job.
