Sublime

Roy and the old couple, Harvey and Rita, were the only ones left. They brought Roy to New York when he was barely twenty-five and set him up running “errands” now and again for some heavy people in Brooklyn. As a rule, they didn’t trust him with anything too complicated, on account of they didn’t think Roy was all that bright. Outside of Albert,

Dischner is the only Paradise City member who naturally looks like a GNR doppelgänger. He’s also the guy who makes the trains run on time; he handles the money, coordinates the schedules, and generally keeps his bandmates from killing each other. All of these guys are friendly, but Dischner is the most relentlessly nice. He’s also mind-blowingly

“He’s like the most dangerous species of American there is: heterosexual white male who didn’t get what he wanted.”

Martin Jonas

“He’s a killer. He was here a year or two back with the East German Steel Mission. We had an Adviser here then: Maston.” “Quite so.” “Mundt was running an agent, the wife of an FO man. He killed her.” “He tried to kill George Smiley. And of course he shot the woman’s husband. He is a very distasteful man. Ex–Hitler Youth and all that kind of thing.

If Albert knew that Roy was alive and well, his first move would surely be to wipe out everything Roy cared about, regardless of who else might get blown away in the process. It was the “who else” Roy worried about most. And for that reason alone, he had to get to Dodger Stadium before Albert did.

Sloth, apathy, and despair are the enemy. Anger is not. Anger is our friend. Not a nice friend. Not a gentle friend. But a very, very loyal friend. It will always tell us when we have been betrayed. It will always tell us when we have betrayed ourselves. It will always tell us that it is time to act in our own best interests. Anger is not the