Mog

I’ve blown open doors with C4 satchels and blown open gates and walls with rocket launchers.

I’ve had quite a few weird dreams the past few months. Most of them involving my latest tour to Iraq, others seem pointless like searching for my car in a parking garage that goes on for infinity.

I’ve been to quite a few countries in my young age, and I’ve been intoxicated in every single one of them. It’s always fun pissing off the locals.