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.
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In Western Massachusetts the area around Springfield and Holyoke, you can often see the C5As from Westover Air Force Reserve Base. The other night one dropped just below the ceiling on it’s approach and you could see these big cones of light in the sky. One of the TV stations is under the flight path and sometimes you can hear the big lumbering beast on the air when it’s taking off to the south.
Ahhhhh Holyoke! I used to fuck a postal letter carrier who lived in Holyoke and had his route in Northampton.
I’d go up to visit him, do all sorts of recreational drugs, get laid repeatedly — it usually involved a hate fuck, which I adore — and then drive back to New York with him.
He had a great place near the soldier’s home off the interstate and would have been BF material except for the fact that he was a total fucking sociopath. Of course, now that I’ve gotten older the whole sociopath thing would make him even MORE attractive as a BF.