About to be five dollars richer.

I have a five dollar bet today, and so far I’m winning. I don’t really want to win, because it’s not that important that I have another five dollars, but it’s the principle of the matter don’t you know. So in the spirit of all that is British, slightly sarcastic, and riddled with overstatement, I say “The game is afoot! I smell the sweet aroma of a fiver even from my chair!”

Do you ever wonder what it’s like to climb a mountain? I do, sometimes. Like, what is it that causes a man to do that to himself, just to say he could? And more to the point – what’s it like to feel you foot slip a fraction of an inch and know that if you let go now the tether might not hold and you might fall?

I do, sometimes. But then there comes a point in every man’s life where he realizes he can’t (as Neal Stephenson so aptly put it) with a few months training in Japan become the world’s biggest badass. And yes, I am that old, and that man, and I’m not a badass. The criminal probably whips me, not the other way around. I am not caped, nor am I a crusader.

I am, however on a mission. And I’m about to win five dollars.