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.
Scott, I am so happy for you — even though you doubtless gave the poor young man your cold — that I am going to let go of the rude question that came to mind (something about “which lips?”)
You deserved a reminder that making out is like riding a bike, it comes back to you quickly, and you forget how much fun it it.
Aaaawwwwww! I swear Scott I think if I had to choose between kissing and sex, I absolutely would go for kissing! I had a boyfriend once with whom we would literally leave each others mouth sore and black and blue…kid you not. LOVE that!