THE RIFT MISSES THE PROFICY

Drove to my wedding in an altima, left in the back of a police cruiser

let hunger and death locate your generation idiot bastard

Dear Galahad,

I am filled with deep regret and sorrow as I must inform you that, unknowingly, I transmitted HIV/AIDS to you during our last meeting. The weight of this realization is crushing, and I genuinely apologize for the immense pain and suffering this has caused you. I wholeheartedly accept full responsibility for my actions, and I want you to know that I am here to provide unwavering support and stand by your side throughout this incredibly challenging journey that lies ahead of us.

I understand that you may have countless questions and concerns, and I am prepared to address them with honesty and transparency. I have already sought professional medical advice, and I am committed to sharing any relevant information that may help you navigate this situation.

With heartfelt remorse and a commitment to your well-being,
Hustle Bones

One Talmudic legend describes a man named Eleazar ben Durdia, who decided to visit every prostitute in the world. One time, he crossed seven rivers to hire a prostitute with a sterling reputation. During their proceedings, she farted, and then remarked how far her client had strayed from his religion. “Just like this fart will never return to its place,” she said, “so too Eleazar ben Durdia will never be able to return to God.”

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