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.
-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.
