Dear K,

I'm in the place where all my roots are and I can feel my strength gathering. 2017 is going to be a year of the sap rising. I'm gonna come out of this town running faster and freer than I've ever been. I've got my head on straight, and my shoulders back, and I'm gonna run and laugh and spit into the wind just for the hell of it all. I'm gonna get in fights and break bones and bloody my nose. I feel blood rising up in me. I feel a fight rising up in me. I feel the joy of piss and vinegar. The devil got in me and I'm gonna beat him with hammer and tongs. I'm gonna grab that old son of a bitch and mash his face in, and I'm gonna have a hell of a time doing it.


Blood and guts to you and yours,

K