So this is about as much as fame would find me? Comforting, hah.
Wess, ye, 'twas me who told Jeremy some tidbits about what a desolation angel you are.
And Jeremy, I never cared much for the liquor, more so for your face to scrunge up when you're displeased and perhaps when you pout a little.
I didn't send a picture, your stench reaches the other side of the world, apparently and she's a darling little stalker with decent skills. I should give her a trophy.
And heh, I remember that picture of you from a year back or two with the crown, you king, you sissied king.