Fog always puts me in a bad mood. Always. This night on the warf was is different.

Newark, New Jersey is many things, but a Thousand Oaks it is not. I look out over the semi-calm waters at the boat that will take me to my new life…well new_er_.

You know after you walk in on your wife doing the no-no-cha-cha with the next door neighbor’s daughter’s twenty-something you are never quite the same. Especially after you take a genuine Japanese katana to both of thier heads.

Never quite the same.