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.
Fuck you for making me laugh at the end of a long day. Just fuck you. I finished a long, long day dealing with demmned furriners, crossed all of London on the public transport system sniffing every fuckers’ armpits to get home and was quite happily consigning every other human in this city to Dante’s 7th ring (not the excusably fun nightclub one).
There he is after all these years….Marvin you son of a bitch, you owe me $5.00 you prick! I’ve been looking for you for 35 years. Who’da thunk it, the most obvious place to look is the last place you do look.