It is a dark and stormy night. A hardened criminal walks into a seedy bar on the edge of town, hoping to order a cocktail of penetrating insights and searing honesty. When fates are hanging in the balance and emotional rollercoasters lie in wait around every corner, there comes a time in every man’s life when he has to find the courage in his heart to say, “My narrator sucks; he speaks entirely in clichés, and I’m worried that if I’m not paying attention, he’s going to screw up my grammar. I’m firing this asshole.”
Oh no, he didn’t! …This time, it’s personal.