this morning #770.

this morning, i’d already partially prepared myself for whatever form of torture lay before me. physical. mental. tickle. straight up bush-era enhanced interrogation. i’d had it pretty good for a while now but now i knew i had it coming. despite being well prepared, i shared my locale with no one. the longer it took for the law or some shadowy force to find me, the longer i had to devise a clever way to talk my way out of the inevitable. delay delay. i hoped that, by the time they tracked me down, they’d go easy on me. that was a long shot though. i’d betrayed my colleagues. i’d betrayed my country. if i was being honest, i’d betrayed myself. that last one would likely be the most torturous of all.