Dear Mr. Cast,

Sit down. Be quiet. Try the goddamn Guinness.

Yours truly,
King BMMS

Screwball and Dingbat.

And this needs no explanation.



Miss you, too.

Steve D's hair.

Sarge and Casino.

Me and fucking Louie.

And that is slapass's arm holding the bottle of bacon vodka at the Double Down.

It's me, Mayhem and Oggar. One of my favorite pics. Always thought we looked like brothers from other mothers. RIP Tony. Miss you my brother.

I got a call from Casino the other night letting me know that the end is imminent. I was a little surprised because I thought the tough son of bitch would really pull through. Through our fights and dumb arguments he always conducted himself with class and brutal wit which would infuriate me because...

Thank you all. He was a good man. A sinner and a saint. He did his best. Always.

He went quickly. He had a brain aneurysm that burst.

All I ask is your thoughts.

Come on, you son of a bitch. I know you have it in you.

Oh, youngin. I predate you by months.

I'm sorry to hear this about Palinka. We've had our battles through the years but had worked things out. I wouldn't write the postscript on him just yet. I truly believe he's too stubborn to die.

Welcome back!