Thaaaat’s riiiiight… I hung out for a day with SOFREP’s own Buck Clay; Doctor and Corporate Lawyer by day, author and clandestine subversive operative by night.

I’m an honest sort of fellow, at least I fancy myself one. Therefore I should be up front, or at least next to upfront that I don’t actually ‘hang’ out with Buck Clay per se; rather, I hung out with him for the better par of a day months back because folks… that’s about as long as anyone can endure the living Buck Clay without rest.

Too many ideas, a plethora of theories, oodles of oaths, credible conspiracies, so much sarcasm, too much rage, too few pauses. The truth, the logic, the common sense, the insight, the marketing… all too much to assimilate after about a seven hour saturation– the mind simply can’t hold it all. It’s like seeing the ocean for the first time in your life. Your mind blanks at its vastness, because it has nothing to gage it with, then it slowly starts to grasp the grandeur.

Yep, it was ‘round about 2000… oh I don’t know, I guess I wanna say about 2015 I think the year was, and about the November-ish time frame that Buck was headed south–literally headed south–to pick up on some stories at the US/Mexican border.

With Albuquerque being on Buck’s southern trajectory, we found it mutually acceptable to link up for a gun run through my Human Traffic (HT) hunt Area of Responsibility (AOR). I could brief him on current situational details and flounder ideas by him in hope of gleaning some two cents from another set of tactically-sound eyes.

Some of my ideas would be met with an are-you-serious chuckle. Some would be interrupted with a wagging finger and a stern “Nope… nope… nope…” others merited not even an audible supplement, just a roll of eyes. Ah but the few, the chosen few ideas warranted an approving few seconds of silence, followed by slow hand to the chin, and thoughtful finger tap to the lower lip.

I remember that day like it was just last year. I mean how could I forget? The day prior I was suddenly met with a pang of panick… nervous as a young wife throwing her first dinner party. What if nothing at all happened on our patrol? I mean SOMETHING usually happens, but I admit there are some slow days that feel like they just sucked eight hours right out of my body. It’s days like that I wish I had at least a ‘book on tape’ to listen to so I won’t feel an entire day was wasted.

Perhaps, I thought, perhaps I should go out the night before and prep the hood with some random assault rifle fire and molotov cocktails to stir and heat things up. No… no I would let the chips fall where they may. My plan B would be to take him out to the bosses place and we could put on some dog and pony show about our organization and how great and wonderful the thing are that we are accomplishing is… just not today.