Fir. Apr. 2, 2004 - my new mp3 player loves ween

Hello everybody!
So, of the four American contractors who were killed in Falluja a couple of days ago, none of them were me.
They were, however, most likely people I knew, if not by name. This morning, when I woke up, I finally came to a conclusion about what it would take for me to high-tail it out of here with my tail between my legs going "Yipe yipe yipe!" And more than anything, it's the idea of one of my Iraqi employees getting killed for daring to work with the Americans. They are working for monthly wages which amount to more than I make in an hour and less than I make in a day and 1/2.
As I write this, I have just driven home through the streets of Baghdad drunk on Absinthe which my friend Barney brought back from Germany for me and made it back alive. The absurdity of this is more apparent to me than it is to you, believe me.
I keep trying to find the humor in all of this, and I keep coming back to George Bush. Man, that guy is a real comedian.
As I re-read what I have written so far, it becomes apparent that I am not in the proper mood to do a mass email. Especially since the subject title is what I'd intended to write about, but lacked the energy to do so. For this I apologize. But ask anybody from Cheimsee; driving my scooter into a barbed wire fence is what I do best.
Anyway, 'till next time.
Much Love, Mike