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 love it when dogs go nuts. They just don’t give a fuck. I’m having a shitty time at the moment. I could adopt two Lurcher/Poodle crosses (from a rescue centre) with my landlady’s complete approval. But I don’t know if I can aford to look after them properly because the freelance market is so fucking cretinous at the moment.
I hate this sodding recession. Three years ago I’d have taken the dogs without even a thought. These days I have to worry if I can feed them properly (and I’m someone who has zero problems about going without obvious food to make sure a pet eats well).
I hate this recession so much.
I can’t make my life better. I can’t make an animal’s life better. It’s the food chain thing – we’re all just passing the misery downwards.
Despite that…. I really like seeing a picture of a dog who doesn’t give a fuck. It’s something to aim for.