Slit, Slit, Slit.

its been awhile since i spoke to you buddy. but like i told you, we are closer than blood. every time i go home, you did be the friend i dick around with. you know how it is buddy. there is never a case too hard or a problem too big. we did stick around and fight bare fisted once we expanded our last clip and last round. if we did have to go down, its gonna be a blaze of glory and always kicking and screaming. you know sometimes it is a bit hard to keep things going when you have to fight the fight alone. one being the loneliest number in the infinite sequence.

"There's no point to any of this. It's all just a... a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know... a quarter-pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter become a cackle... and I, I sit back and I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt."

there are times when the going gets tough and it makes one think, if the struggle is in some way gonna lead to some light at the end of the proverbial tunnel. sometimes you end up being road kill but that’s the chance one has to take, to fight the fight. there is bound to be times where the fight is but for one. i will fight the fight.

Abang Ezee, terima kasih...