Grazing Rites

You manage the chaos of the chaos manages you. It sounds like one of those meaningless clichés but when you’re in the middle of chaos the words have meaning. Idiots throwing stupid monkey wrenchs at the 11th hour. You pick your battles, give up the marginal territory to win the war.

And a little Vic Fontaine doesn’t hurt.

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