opusxfiles
Smoke Shackin'
- Joined
- Mar 22, 2005
- Messages
- 335
Dear Mother,
I am afraid that your son has done it again. I am writing to you from behind enemy lines. I know, I know...the last time I went away, you wept for days. The mailbox blew up so many times that we lost count. You wondered how I would ever survive such a vicious attack.
Soon, I was buying extra humidors just to contain the carnage. In the end, it was all for the best. After the war, I was awarded the purple heart, and my letters home to you won a Pulitzer. I was so young and innocent. I learned a few things...like this: A NEWB cannot hope to ever out-bomb a FOG.
But I'm older now Mom, and more accustomed to the ways of war. It was inevitable that I would be dragged into this. I'm a FOG now...and now it's my duty to act like it. So please...forgive me for what I now must do.
3...2...1...
Your Loving Son,
Opusxfiles
I am afraid that your son has done it again. I am writing to you from behind enemy lines. I know, I know...the last time I went away, you wept for days. The mailbox blew up so many times that we lost count. You wondered how I would ever survive such a vicious attack.
Soon, I was buying extra humidors just to contain the carnage. In the end, it was all for the best. After the war, I was awarded the purple heart, and my letters home to you won a Pulitzer. I was so young and innocent. I learned a few things...like this: A NEWB cannot hope to ever out-bomb a FOG.
But I'm older now Mom, and more accustomed to the ways of war. It was inevitable that I would be dragged into this. I'm a FOG now...and now it's my duty to act like it. So please...forgive me for what I now must do.
3...2...1...
Your Loving Son,
Opusxfiles