Last Night in the Shelter

THIS IS HOW I LOVE: THE CRACK OF MY KNUCKLES WHEN MY FIST HITS YOUR JAW, THE BLOOD AND BRUISES ON MY HANDS, WHEN MY ELBOW MEETS YOUR RIBS AND MY BOOT IS AT YOUR THROAT.

the moral of the story is, i will gut you if i need to. i will carve my way out with only my teeth.

Look who's still alive and kicking.

Expecting a lie?

` 𝑳𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏 - Still has that same attitude. Belligerently functioning. Possible I might burn your mouth off.

Two years, give or take three. Workload easing up any?

Don't invite Loomis through it this way, unless you have a sharper knife than his.

Oh?

As great as I dominate aspiration. Don't forget the results will not be pretty.