Hey! Remember me?
Sam. Ex-Key Grip turned screenwriter. Do all my own stunts.
Even the life-threatening ones that involve the deep state and loaded weapons.
Well, as my daughter Hildy says, I’m up to the same old shit. Again.
Or as I prefer to call it—
Samson Agonistes: The Sequel
What’s it this time, Sam, you’re asking?
This time, I’m holed up in the pitch-dark desert, looking at the wrong end
of a gun, wondering if all the roads in my life are dead ends.
This time it’s kids—undocumented ones taken from their parents at the border.
This time there’s no way to deny it.
This time it isn’t an accident that I’m in over my head.
Because this time I fell right into their trap.