Death eludes me...

Dear Readers,

Fuck am I ever sick. I seriously feel like I'm gonna fucking die. Despite the formidable blitzkrieg the streptococcus bacteria is waging on my system, I am going to go to work tomorrow--because that's just the kind of guy I am. I also only have two days left before I give up my courier career for school. I pity, however, the poor bastard new guy who has to ride along with me tomorrow, because odds are, with all my hacking, he's gonna get Strep Throat too.

Peace & Love,

J. S. Buchanan