|12:38 am - Writer's Block: No bloody way|
I once knew this guy who was a member of this exclusive hunting club operating out of some Eastern European country. You could tell by this weird tattoo he liked to show off to his closest friends that it was serious stuff. Anyway he'd exchange a few texts with the owners and sporadically off he would go on one of his jaunts. He never gave much detail but it always cheered him up and besides, we shared a mutual interest in the early comic films of Steve Martin.
Could you ever be good friends with someone who hunted purely for sport?