How's life treating you?

You know, I really fucking hate the way time works here. It fucks up in your head, making it like you've lived twice as long as you have. This time last year I had everything I fucking wanted, and then woke up to an empty shower running and a blood splattered porch and a police investigation. This time last year I was in a fucking hole puking blood because the Master fucking took over a world and crashed the Barge. It's shit like that, the two memories that are the fucking kicker.

I hate April. I hate the time difference. Fuck this, I'm going ashore, Parker you can do whatever the hell your little heart desires.