Notes
for the crew you take with you thick-n-thin, those who welcome you with a slapped hand to the neck, your best guy, your 3am breakfast with scraped knees and shitty crooked grins. destroy your demons with people who have your extra gun on hand. walk the streets you own with shoulders bumping. you are kings, you are court, you are comrades in arms. now pass the cig, asshole.
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dedicated to the lancer, the assassin, and the rest of the crew who've made this a good place to be. slainté.
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