Hard Spaces

What would you do if you were a down on your luck bulldozer operator, sans hero, who just wants a beer and a chance to enjoy it. He saved thousands of lives, even the bloody planet, got elected as President of Mars, and they are still shooting at him Go figure Excerpt from Hard Spaces: First, I got sent to prison for something I didn't do I told ya I was having lunch at Charlie's Then you send me on a one-way trip to bloody Mars I mean really, Mars? Why not just send me to Sing-Sing? It was so much nicer there. But Mars was a death sentence. Then the disaster struck and I had to play the big hero saving everyone all by myself. Well, I did have Jessie helping me here and there. Okay, Gus did show up later and really helped out. But I was the hero, ya hear Now I am stuck on a damn spaceship headed to Saturn and stuff. Where is the fun? Where is the joy? And where the hell is my bloody beer?