Dear friends, in life there are consequences. 

 

Say you have a problem with your boss. What do you do? Do you strike him? Do you assault him on video tape for the world to see? No. No dear friend because even with your tiny pea brains you have sense enough NOT to do something so neanderthal, so base, so common as to strike your betters. Frank Dylan James has crossed a line when he chose to associate himself with Dusty Griffith and assault Bronson Box and myself.

 

Now Mr. Mastodon you deal with the consequences of YOUR actions.

 As of the first of the year your house, truck and car officially belongs to other people.

 

Promptly evacuate my property. Your derelict family has been given bus tickets to their nearest living relative. An uncle I do believe, sounded a tad drunk on the phone. Any matter. You see, you’re not going to be allowed home to help them Francis my friend. No, you’re still on the clock. You step one single solitary foot off European soil before the PPV and you’re not only homeless… but you’re fired. Have as happy and prosperous a New Year as you can Franky my boy, you’re going to need every last dollar.

 

Cheers, your employer

Edward White