Where is the V man now? He is out looking for the thrill. The feeling of worth and value each man gets when he has wrestled with eight-legged reptile men from the center of Iowa and walked away a wiser man.
Perhaps he will find the thrill biting trees in half. Perhaps he’ll find it deep within the dark, stinking earth down where the rabbits have no eyes and they don’t want any either.
Perhaps right now, even as I type this, our good friend V is turning into a man made of gold, capable of unspeakable acts and possessing a sharper sense of justice than any of us deserve.
Godspeed, Mr. V, Godspeed.