JUST A CLOSER WALK WITH THEE

Goddamned. It's March.

And not that I'm upset by that. But March is the time of Irish motherfucker like Nash proclaiming their independence upon the world; not only that, but those bastards drink too. And not a Locke-esque "3 sips of Hypnotic" drink, either. These cocksucker DRINK.

By the way, I'm leaving Waterloo in April. "When in April?" zHammer asks.
"Listen to SUPERMARKET GROCER, asshole", is my reply. Why am I always so surly with another member of the GENT fanclub?

But anyways, I'm leaving. And my last will and testament is forthcoming. It's a bit different from last summer's, but there will be a few similarities. Especially regarding Coach Ford and my body's cavities.

I'm going to bed.....

=R/N'er???