I miss you guys.
Work has taken away my Og given right to Dope.
I have felt the chasm that is the loss of the your wit and I shiver with the pain of the days to come. Lost and alone. No one to laugh derisively at the American Idol losers. My own voice echoing against walls of solitude as I cheer my beloved Saints. I feel all alone…
Anyway, I miss you guys even if you didn’t even notice I was gone.
I will try to log on from home more otten but change is a hateful bitch and I fear her. Yes, her…
::weeping into his Sam Adams Black with the Makers Mark shot gripped in his shakey hand::
(Hi teela if you’re out there. I have moved behind the Nob Hill off of Vineyard. Smaller but cool.)