When I said I wanted adventure, I didn’t mean this kind. I really can’t deal with this. I meant the kind where I go off with a sword (or a machine gun – I’m not picky) and defeat bad guys. I don’t want this kind. This kind is so much harder than the other kind. I don’t mind fearing for my life – I might not even fear for it – and I don’t mind getting banged up and bruised up and cut up, and I don’t mind doubting that I’ll see the morning. I do mind this. Life isn’t supposed to do this!