Though Southeast Asia has emerged as a major theater for stunning cities—Singapore, Hong Kong, Shanghai, Macau, Bali: all of which I will be visiting this year and next—I still have a soft spot for Monaco.
Sound suppressors are apparently illegal.
It seems in a Constitutional republic so loudly and publicly committed to a nation of the people, by the people, and for the people…
Only the government is allowed to murder people in silence.
Take heart: only firearms require silencers.
There are plenty of other weapons that are just as effective that don’t require suppressors.
The old ways are the best ways.
I am a jet fighter.
And you don’t pour gasoline, sea water, or lemonade in the gas tank of a jet fighter: you use high performance jet fuel.
You maintain a jet fighter with qualified mechanics and specialists. And you never skip a scheduled maintenance window or skimp on the parts.
Similarly, I am a very creative, high octane, upper performance individual. But it comes at a price. I need 7-8 hours of dark, cold, uninterrupted sleep—every night. I require good, natural, unprocessed foods—every day. I call for a clean, quiet, isolated environment in order to deliver on the high demands of my imagination. And I need a quality, fully-stocked gym to keep everything strong, flexible, fit, firm, and ready to rumble.
Don’t interrupt my rhythms: I need them to heal and recalibrate.
No sexual misconduct, drugs, cigarettes, alcohol, processed foods, junk food, loud noises, and limited sugary drinks.
I am a precision instrument, and as such I can only deliver my precision work when freed from the nonsense and noise that derail lesser minds.