CHILDREN OF A LOST GOD

I used to fly fighter planes for Uncle Sam’s misguided children (that’s the USMC for any of y’all uninitiated). Now I fl y for civilian airlines—lots less exciting but lots mo’ pay and, for the most part, lots less danger. That is until somebody confused me with somebody else . . . somebody who could give a damn. Then again, confusion adds an addicting quality when the addition of others adds up to a whole damn mess. Oh, and did I forget to mention that “unleashing the four horsemen of the apocalypse” thing? How they ain’t coming for dinner!