  See Master and Commander. It's a fine movie. If you want someone to see it with gimme a call cause I'll gladly see it again. It was great. Jessica Lynch. Just wanted to put that out there. But in the meantime I want to tell you all a thing.
Josh Scheer slept in my bed. Maybe you don't know who that is. But I do. And he stayed the week here in my home while I was in New York. I friend of mine, he is. But I had no clue he was coming. And he slept in my bed. And that's fine. It's fine because, hey, he's a good guy, and he can sleep in my bed anytime if he wants. But I'd like to be asked first.
I'd like to be asked first, so I know that we're cool. That there is a respect, and honor invovled. That we can trust, and we can love. With no trust, we can have no union. Josh and I. But that aside, the whole being asked thing, I would have also liked, even if my input and privacy and space were not respected enough to warrant a request, I would have also liked to be TOLD when Josh slept in my bed. This- this my friends is the truer, and much deeper transgression. Though not being asked was a transgression of sorts, this one runs to the bone. I wasn't told, for it was thought better that I not know. More than this, it wasn't until a loose lipped aquiantance named Daniel hartley told me, that I ever knew the truth. And my roomates, my brothers in arms, my comrades, my countrymen, my squires, my other muskateers, my friends... they didn't tell me... and worse than this... they never would have... This my friends, is the true blow to the system. For while I would have gladly given dear Joshua my bed, and all my belongings upon a request from the brother of so dear a friend, I was not asked, more than this, I was not told.
And was never to be told. And only discovered by accident. Respect? Honor? Loyalty? Not in this house. Not anymore. And thus tonight I mourn and shed a tear or two for the union that once was... the holy trinity that is now... broken... Maybe Brando can lift my spirits. New Bev 4 eva. 
