Herman, I thought I would write you this morning. Figured you might read me while having your eggs and cereal this morning. I have no idea why, just do.
I spent a nice part of yesterday watching a few dvds from Company #4, old Trent Acid matches. It just seemed like the way to spend the afternoon, given it snowed once again here. All wet half snow half freezing rain.
I want to ask you how you're shoulder is? I have no idea where that thought came from either. It just popped into my head as I was writing just now.
Well Herman, Mr. Scratchy, I'll leave you to your day. I hope where you are it's a nice spring afternoon.
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