Some days, like today, I really wish I was Wolverine. I don't mean in the sense of his razor-sharp claws. There's no one currently on my radar that needs to be on the receiving end of some kind of slashing attack like that. Well not yet anyway. I want to be Wolverine for his adamantium-laced skeleton and even his healing factor would actually be really really helpful right about now. Although in saying that in all of the adventures that I've read or seen or listened to via audiobook, I don't think there's ever been a case in the life of the Canadian Super Hero where he's ever been caught unawares while trying to deliver chocolate chip muffins to his workplace in the dark. Marvel writers reading on, you're more than welcome to borrow this storyline if you like if you suddenly run short on ideas.
The various works and occasional ramblings of one man with no plan and everything that happens along the way. Once upon a time he checked out but like he mafia, he never really left..