The shit is starting to clog up in Tuscaloosa so bad we have had to open up an office up there. Naturally, Heath is the one going up there because he honestly believes a million dollars is stashed inside Harry's Bar from the fifties before the Klan got pushed out in them neck of the woods. Leaving Mobile for Tuscaloosa is like breaking up with a hottie to take a ride on a fattie. Hey fat women need loving too.....
I'm gonna miss not having my buddy around town but due to the miracle of cell phones and these here internets we gonna be just fine around here. Only damn thing is I have to go up there every now and then during non-football season. Shit.
Safe trip, Heath. Tell the fucking "Bahr" I said hello.
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