Damned fool. I just found your nice little letter about why you didn't want to take leave. (I love war...). And I have a new friend of the exotic dancer variety, you may meet her next week, if you're lucky. She tells me, though it doesn't translate to English well, that I possess a quiet naughty confidence. Also, new ink, and thinking some oh so gangstery style latin nastiness arched below my rib cage.

This place needs a Bluto smilie, like a crazy Elvis in a cowboy hat.