“I see that verdict on Goodson just got reached. May Odin grant you strength should any marauders pop up. Remember the taxi my friend. Oh and thanks for the .pdfs they were awesome. Going to buy hard copies for use in the FEMA camps.”
Take Care Please,
Nero the Pict
I appreciate the warning, Oh King. I have been living the hermit life lately, finishing up these books. I am venturing forth at 3 p.m., and will be getting concussed by a black man. Oliver is picking me up and taking me to the gym. He has a fight in August and sparring partners have been slim, so will be wheeling my not very slim carcass into the ring for a shoe shine—shoes not included.
I will be extra vigilant. I have a hickory T-cane, one and a half inches thick, which I will carry for my midnight jaunt. Since school has let out, things in the County have been worse—with Parkville and Essex basically overrun with hoodrats—triple the visible foot traffic and 7 times more black on white attacks, as June of last year.
