Yes dear children I know I've been neglect, and, accordingly in the posher suburbs of your States, I'd likely lose possession of you. But much has transpired and much continues to and I gladly look forward to another island to reside in for the holiday where internet moves at a speed akin to us gaining reception of the keys to our new apartment (and thus entrance therein) (translation really fucking slow!)
Until the next one, feast your eyes on my holiday card, a Chris T. original...
And how could I forget the visit from my dear parents? My mother, shouldering thru an elbow surgery, and my father, tasting the local alcohols. And me, Jack, and Tom, drinking girly drinks that could barely inebriate the likes of Ryan Werner.
Oh Colombia..!
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