last night, the bastard was the chairman's guest for a feast that brings me to end of an era.
that era being the second era of the bastard's single life.
and for dinner, we killed a pig.
through the good graces of the mofo's friend who smokes meats in the regular at a fantastic place called fatty cue, we dined on a fine pig served with pineapple curry and steamed rolls.
and in the detrius of this beast's ending, the bastard sees the beginning of his new life.
life always comes from death.
and all endings are someone elses beginnings
all beginnings are someone elses end.
and that's how it works.
pröst mein freund. pröst.