Monday, May 3, 2010


   I’m not your friend.  Oh, don’t get me wrong. We can chat and laugh together and for all outward appearances, get along just fine. But we’re not friends. We’re competitors, and that means you are the enemy. Every conversation, every word, every look, every gesture is little more than a method for me to discover your weaknesses. That pat on the back? Merely searching for a chink in your armor. Do not trust me. I will put forth every ounce of effort I can muster to destroy you, leaving your battered carcass rotting on the sports field – in return, I expect nothing less from you if you are to be considered a worthy adversary. Now you know.