I'm Scott and I'm a New Yorker now living in Seattle and Bill is my oldest friend who just finished serving an almost 7 year prison sentence for selling meth.
Bill in Exile originally contained letters written between Bill and me while Bill was in prison as well as a bunch of other shit but Bill has, as of late, opted out of contributing and I've just been too lazy to change the name of the blog.
Some of what this site contains IS DEFINITELY NOT work safe and some of it may not be appropriate for those under 18 years of age. Navigate away if you have doubts. And if I've used an image for which you hold the rights and wish me to remove it or credit it please send me a POLITE email and I will be more than happy to do so.
I think my love of khaki flat-fronts probably stems from this incident here.
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Reminds me of being just a young thing, shopping in Pier 1 (stop! It was all I could afford!), and encountering THE KHAKI CROTCH! Much like the one above. Timid thing that I was, I went from baskets to imported teas and caught my breath. Wish I had choked instead.