What are your vices?

I’m overdue for a blog post. I’ve been busy getting The Third Factor out the door. Well there, it’s out the door. If you’re interested, check it out. See, I’ve already laid out my first vice. Unrepentant narcissism. Yes, I like it when people, especially people I don’t know, read and enjoy my books - not that I don’t enjoy writing them. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t keep doing it.

How about Bruce Highland? He likes his beer, probably to a vice. He doesn’t shun the ladies, probably to a vice, and he’s dogged in his determination to get to the bottom of a case, probably to a vice.

Me? I enjoy a little libation now and then. I don’t smoke, but back when I was in the military, huddled under a poncho to keep the driving rain off myself, my ruck and my weapon while trying to grab a precious few minutes of sleep dozens of klicks from any semblance of civilization, that pack of Dunhills was about the only link to such that I would ever see for the next several weeks. Nowadays, my morning vice is a fancy espresso drink after the gym, followed by a lunchtime burger at the tail end of a ride, perhaps culminating with a nice conversation with Messrs. Smirnoff, Jameson or Daniels. And of course the weekend bbq, where a sacrificial tri tip will be singed at the ceremonial fire altar.

What keeps you going through the day, and the week?

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