I get Jason Bourne.
Now, I could end it all right there and be done because I like to think
that those who know me can read my mind.
That they will understand the message and will find those four words as
funny as I find them to be. But I’ve
learned the hard way that mind reading is not something to bet on. Caesars Palace gives better odds. So, at the risk of sounding like my life is
one big nonstop adventure (it’s not) or worse, coming across as being whiny (I’m not), I’ll dig this hole a bit deeper.
