Same wheelchair. Same diaper (I promptly changed it for him, bc he is MY FRIEND).

Same smell—Vicks, lawnmower gas, and jerky.

Location? Still undisclosed. You can guess all you want, but you won’t find it on a map, hehe.

He rolled up quiet, Slugger across his lap like Robert Baratheon at the Trident.

Said it was “for the Gentlemen,” then added: “lewis and clark called them that… the Grizz fags… they didn’t know what else to say...ljl my bat taught them”

In fact, he claims he took down three and ate each one, with a bottle of Chianti.

Told me: “i didn’t plan it. they came up fast and i ju$t… did what i had to. This bat is 1800 & I will be beaten to death on live TV soon Friend”

We haven’t seen the fourth Grizz since.

But the wind changed last night.

And Boom’s bat isn’t clean anymore...

(https://xoxohth.com/thread.php?thread_id=5735188&forum_id=2#49006129)