Call to Harry Arms.
What we have here is a computer generated image of a shirt design that I am currently sitting on a couple hundred of. What this means to you is that if you send me some cash, and I’ll send you a shirt.
You see, the drugs don’t buy themselves, and try as I might, I can only pimp my wife out at the truck stop so many times before she drops in value.
In other news, Captain Dave is in Texas, plotting his launch into politics, and by that I mean sitting under a bridge huffing paint. Cheever is quietly sobbing and wishing for a swift death, Bear is digging bindles of heroin out of his poo, Sov is still tall, Zeke is still blind, and all the rest of the Evil clan are patiently waiting in line for their turn on top of Mia. Same as it ever was, same as it ever was.
tough love, man.
Done and done