And I Wanted To Be A Boat Bum

<p class=ql-align-justify><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Let me introduce myself. My name is Gore Lyle. I'm a six-foot-two-inch two-hundred-pound ex-Green Beret ex-cop and undercover SPUTF (Special Police Undercover Terrorism Force) agent mostly muscle. I'm also independently wealthy thanks to a mob chief. Did I mention the mob would probably like to take me out? I say 'probably' because I don't talk to them about that subject. When I interact with the mob it usually involves a gun and little talk.</span></p><p class=ql-align-justify><br></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>This all sounds cut-and-dried but life is never cut-and-dried. I always carry bad memories of Green Beret missions gone wrong where a lot of killing was involved. I was a different brutal person back then. Then I found God. However that old Gore is always there in the background like a bad dream. Yet working in a dangerous occupation that bad Gore comes in handy at times but must be kept in check most of the time. Only crying out to God and my weird sense of humor help. What a quandary for a Christian-you can only cover so much up with humor. Welcome to my life.</span></p><p><br></p>