Remiel - to cold storage with ye and NEXT!

This is going to be short. I've decided to stop pretending like I have time to write a bloody novel right now. Remiel, to the meat locker with you. Watch out for the others, you're fresh and they like that.

Went out for Mexi-marts last night with Kite and had a good talk which enlightened me more than ever. I've been banging my head against the wrong wall. So I started a posse. A local one. With real people.

For what?

You'll have to wait and see.