I could sit here and ramble on about my self but that would bore even the most forbearing of us. But allow me to bring you up to speed. I'm just starting to figure out this business most call family -In doing so I've met some pretty amazing people along the way. Come join me as I awkwardly navigate through this conundrum known as life finding family, friends, and a home while trying not to be arrested, lost, or killed in Deutschland. Still learning deutsch alongside my man Ludwig. Let's watch and see what happens -Wir wollen gehen!
“There’s a letter for you on the table! Came over a week ago”
Me and Ruger have been sitting here looking at this thick ass letter since we walked in.
Just sitting here. Eyeing it…
I don’t wanna open it. I never get letters. No one I know writes letters anymore. It literally half an inch thick and looks like it went through the Civil War. I don’t know anyone from Connecticut but there it is, with my name on it. MY NAME!
I’m so sick, shaking and cold. I don’t know what’s in that letter. I don’t know who it’s from. I don’t wanna think I know who it might be from…
Can we just go back in time and start over? Just restart?