Hollywood...

Hollywood really irks me, they have the public brainwashed into believing that assassins are 6’2 chiseled features, chain smoking, Dockers wearing, Ray ban sporting killers. I mean really Hollywood, we’re assassins, we don’t have time to cook, if we did, I wouldn’t be eating this burger. Not to say we are out of shape, because we aren’t. In fact I would say most marksmen are the best athletes on the planet. If you think shooting a game winning free-throw shot or field goal is nerve racking, try shooting a target from 500 yards out with a 5mph wind.

 But realistically speaking, there are no assassins who are 6’2 with chiseled features. Those would be underwear models, and if anyone tells you that they would rather be an assassin, than an underwear model, they are a liar or a psycho. Either way you shouldn’t be around them.

An assassin who looks like a model, pretty much goes against the whole being inconspicuous rule. Just ask yourself, who you are going to remember out of a crowd of people, the guy in Ray bans who look likes a model, or the construction worker. The model, duh. Frank Colasco, taught me everything I know, and he was the best out of three continents, and an underwear model he wasn’t.

Really it just gives insight into whose writing these stories. Probably guys that are on the lowest totem pole of the dating spectrum.  Who else would think a Calvin Klein model could kill his way through twenty bad guys, or walk into a room in all black wearing a trench coat during the summer and no one take notice or call the cops.  So Hollywood do me a favor, stop making assassins look like James Bond, because we don’t. We look just like you, which is why you never see us.