This book is dedicated to Golf. Yesterday, my hands were shaking for most of the day; uncontrollably, turning shades of blue, which would not go away. I knew there was something on the airwave that was brutal; it was earth day, but 4/22. Nothing good happens on 22; its a bullet to the head; war started instead. Golf was s supposed to die yesterday. I took it away, just like Stieger's. I just didn't know if I found every fray; I was terrified I had missed a loose stray; but I didn't. The world order could have gone completely mutant, yesterday.