Re: Confessions of an ignorant, torn, happy and possibly unworthy noob.
You have seen the light in the darkness...and it's not an oncoming train.
Chasing native brookies is a different sort of challenge...I felt the same way the first time...
It's like beer, for most of us. The first time you had it, you probably hated it, but look at ya now...
It's not the heat, it's the stupidity.
What manner of jackassery will I be subjected to today?