So I’m back from England. A little battered, prison-tattooed, scarred-up but no worse for the wear. There’s a lot to tell you and I don’t have time for that now but what I will say is this: The people I know out there are some of the best. There’s nothing I hate more than a boring fucking person and if there’s one thing they give me it’s the good trouble times. If you have friends like that, count yourself lucky. There’s not much better than being around worthwhile folks. Here’s to being marked for life with good friends…
-Adam
