Whenever I hear the gentle pitter-patter of the water droplets against the window, it reminds me of old times. Times when Cocaine flowed like the sand in an hourglass, when the girls were easier than the achievements for TMNT, when I was king of the world. I miss those times. They were much better.
In case you were wondering, this isn't Clyde. He made the mistake of leaving his laptop in the kitchen, also his password is Clyde. This is his pal Inky, you might remember me as the Blue Ghost, we had some good times I'm sure. After getting out of a Minnesota Rehab clinic 2 weeks ago, I decided to hitchhike my way to Canada were Clyde was, considering he was the only friend who would take me in.
The Future is so bright...
I've been pretty much everywhere, prison, mental institutions, rehab roughly 14 times. Great stuff. The stint in prison was probably the lowest point in my career, I held up a short bus, because in my drug-induced stupor, I could've sworn it was an armored truck, they look similar enough... Fortunately I was transferred to a nuthouse for a couple months, then I was let go. So here I am, writing for you guys, I'm going to clean-up my act for E3 this year, it's a new stage in my life.
Shit... Clyde's coming. Talk to you guys later!
Busted!
- Inky.
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