Dallas, in less than five hours, The Miles will be in you. I can't be held responsible for what happens. At the very least, there will be golf. A Texas Rangers game. Quakecon. Perhaps a viewing of the 'oh-my-fucking-hell-why-did-we-pay-to-see-this' remake of Total Recall. And from there, it gets ugly. So ugly, I can't even put it in writing. Let's just say I have Saul Goodman on speed dial.
Dallas, I hope your body is ready.
