On the wind swept plains of Montana at the foot of a huge rocky mountain is a small flat circular hatch which was once a missile silo entrance .........
As the wind blows dusty tumble weeds across the plain, the hatch slightly cracks and the wispy sucking sound of and intake of air (as when you open a large can of beans) can be heard.
The hatch opens only slightly. Only enough to reveal a dark pair of haggard eyes peeking out.
The eyes are bloodshot an weary, from too much 25 year old girlfriend. (one only, now departed) (yes, me dumped and heart broken in a million pieces) (dam girl!)
The once robust and hardy Zen, now reduced to a humble thin shadow of his former self, waves to the crowd.
"Hi"
Zen
"This is my rifle, there are many like it, but this one is mine"
P.S. And by the way, to who ever deemed to impersonate me. One, it was kind of funny.. (I doff my hat to you) Two, if you are going to do it, ..... GET THE DAM SIGNATURE QUOTE RIGHT!!!!! (it was a dead give away dude)