I went over to a friend's house couple of years back and we were reminiscing and I was like you were Bill's best friend have you heard from him? And he said not since he sent me a series of letters where he communicated via martial arts set pieces. Like it was pages and pages of choreographed kung-fu fights all written out. And every once in a while there would be a "Do you know what this means?" or some other cryptic and slightly ominous question. This was after the hospitalization and after they took away his guns.
I do miss him. He was funny and handsome and had a big dick. He would use all three to pick up these chicks over at Wetlands on the regular and he would be really generous with his seconds.
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