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.
This entry was posted on Friday, February 15th, 2013 at 9:09 am
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February 15th, 2013 at 12:55 pm
Beam me up, Scotty!
February 15th, 2013 at 1:09 pm
You look all cuddly and stuff…daddy bear!
February 15th, 2013 at 3:10 pm
Matt, with my white beard my staff at the club all refer to me as Papa Smurf.
February 15th, 2013 at 6:39 pm
Damn, girl, gauzy lighting much? You must have gotten Barbara Walters’ photographer.
February 15th, 2013 at 10:59 pm
Disco Daddy!
I would have made a Star Trek reference but Manny hit it on the head.