Going Home. . .

Coffee? Check

Dirty underwear? Check.

Lab and field reports? Check.

Camera and computer? Check.

Malfunctioning Troxler 3440? Check.

Sunglasses? Check.

Slight Johnny Walker Black hangover, sore back and arm from the craps table? Double check.

Pocket full of cash? Yep.

Sometimes, just sometimes, "the dark side" is the place to be, even if the rest of your compatriots are ready to murder you. Because hey, it ain't always about 7 or 11 on the "Pass" line.

Hang on Bobcat, I'm coming home.