Stuck here struggling just a tad with a bit of misdirected aggression lately.

I mean, don’t get me wrong, misdirection is the best kind of direction. And the best kind of misdirection is playing the long game.

I don’t know who remembers the movie The Game, or Penn and Teller Get Killed, but these are two movies that revel in the long game. A joke or form of trickery that goes on so long, it gets funnier with ever day, or in my case, year.

I find great joy in jokes that last years. The reveal is usually awesome. I did this to a friend of mine for 3 John Wick movies.

So, I was watching a ball game one day before we were having a movie night. We would get together and just stay up late watching movies. The first John Wick was coming out and I was super excited. I told him that I was watching some World Series game, and that maybe we could see the movie later. He disagreed and said he was going to go to the earlier show with a friend of ours.

I was upset and pissed. So what did I do? I dropped everything and ran down to my local theater to see the movie real quick before they came over. When they got there, I asked them how the movie was. They said it was so good! Basically thinking they were teasing me about the movie. I was so proud of myself for not telling them.

I did the same thing over the years for the sequels. I made sure I saw the movies before he did, one time even watching the same movie again later that week. I told him I’d wait. I did not.

I finally told him when we saw number 4 together. I had so much fun describing the great lengths I went to, just to see the movies before he did. The watch them again with him, pretending it was my first time.

He was laughing hysterically. He knew he was working with the master.

The long game is fun. I’ve done it for years. And is well represented here.

Anyway, misdirected aggression. I know where it’s coming from. And I know why it’s happening. I’m not happy with a situation in my life that I dulled with alcohol before.

I’ll give the reader a hint. It’s not Pam, the dog, anything in my personal life, or my deep hatred of any show people love right now like it’s the god of all shows.

I’ve dealt with this thing for years. And now that I am sober, I think this thing is intolerable sober. So I am creating this aggression out of thin air. And focusing it towards things I love.

Which I hate to do. It’s a waste of time and life.

So, here we go. Sober Andrew is about to fuck shit up, yo.

I need to find out what dining set defines my “I’ve had just about enough of this tube snaking at my expense…”

Game the fuck on.