And I Wanted To Be A Boat Bum

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. 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.