It Was Cold At This Party

Note to a friend:

I don’t know if Domino told you why I’m missing the last digit of my pinky finger on my left hand. I cut it off with the Kasigi to protect her honor…

Hurt like hell…Bled like hell…we are both alive. No matter.

We were in Argentina just before the British came to reclaim their territory. We ran into some of her “supposedly loyalâ€? people, and everything went downhill from there.

We didn’t have problems with each other, and we’d never had problems with them, but the fact of the matter was that these people wanted to have a problem with us…. further their cause so to speak.

That was their first mistake.

I’ll tell you about the second one later. It was major.