wither in the light

I just got a call from Joseph, someone I thought I may never see again... seemed like, for awhile there, the drugs were using him rather than the other way around. The last time we saw each other was when I spent a couple of months getting him cleaned up, and then shipped his ass off to Utah for some breathing room, telling him that I needed him to get healthy so he could handle the ass-kicking I was going to give him.

We were warrior monks, back in the day. I think my current health problems are making me nostalgic for the 'good old days', or at least for the times I was young and healthy.