The “Swiss Journalist” wrote: Hi Griff, hope things are well. Can we talk on the phone tomorrow? I have to ask you something…
And I thought to myself: This is how it starts.
It begins with “Can you do me a favor?” and it ends up with you running for your life through a muddy swamp at midnight, being chased down by rifle-toting guards who are accompanied by dogs that don’t respond to commands in English planning on playing “fetch” with my giblets.
So I said, “Sure!”