HEY, OLD FRIEND. I was standing by myself on the leeward side of a flat the other day and thought of you. The water was calm, without a breath of wind. Almost as if the quiet was too quiet, and I needed a disruption. I don’t usually write these kinds of notes, but after what happened this weekend, I figured it was time to
Dear Dickhead
Apr 02, 2024
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