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April 18, 2012
ANOTHER INTERVIEW with Becky Reynolds from the Advance tomorrow. These are fun. The flirting, the time together.

“Oh, I didn’t know you drink coffee,” she says, and jots that down: “coffee. Med. roast. Med. cup. Cream.” The next day it’s a story, and people read it. I guess that humanizes me.

Becky once asked me what goes through my head as I’m battling, say, the Conquistador, his lightning-fast neutronium fists. I didn’t know what to tell her. It’s a battle: I look for openings, try to keep bystanders safe. Sometimes I miss my kids.

So I told her, “Justice.”