Hey, Listen. You are a good kid. I'm sorry about that whole Elizabeth thing. You know how I get when I start hitting the bottle. I've known you for so long you're like some kind of brother to me or something, not to get all queer on you but I love ya man. Anyway you're my right hand man, I know you are always looking out for me, and I am so thankful for that. You've got an eye out for me, and I can trust you like no other. Thanks for covering for me when I sneak in late, thanks for picking my head out of that trashcan that one night, thanks for staying close when I'm fighting, and thanks for keeping the guys in line when I'm not around. That's just a few of the things I never thanked you for, so you're welcome, for the thank yous I mean. Yeah well I'm not good with words, not the poetic type, so enough of that mushy (ha mush) crap. We've had some crazy times, if only we could remember them all. And I can't wait for Race's birthday thing, we should talk to Spot about it later. But anyway, Stay crazy, stay safe.
-Jack

Ps. Seriously that whole Elizabeth thing, it's fine right? I mean she wasn't good for you anyway. Haha. No, But really. Sorry.