Dear Friends,

Well Well Well Friends, you are the remaining list of Anthony's Friends that would like to continue to get emails from him. So congratulate yourselves (or find yourself in the same position Neo did in the first Matrix movie when the other dude said, "I know what you are thinking...I should have taken the blue pill") Needless to say, you love me and want to hear more of me and what's more important I finished posting all the "Dear Friends" letters on the site (in which you can check out down below) so it is time for a Brand New "Dear Friends."

So heeeeeerrrrrrreeeeee we go.

So I have been through a lot the past month or so. Hell actually the past year. See last year about August or so I was playing around in some dirt (as little boys do). I found this piece of glass in the dirt that looked so beautiful and so perfect. I gazed at it for a while and decided finally (even though my parental figures advised me not to) to pick this piece of glass up. I held that piece of glass high in my hands as to say to the world "LOOK WHAT I HAVE! LOOK WHAT I OBTAINED! LOOK WHAT I HAVE THAT YOU DON'T!" But you know what happened?

(say it with me with the ever familiar roll of the eyes)

What Anthony?

The Damn Piece of glass cut me. This beautiful piece of glass put a nice 3 inch sliver down my left hand and I did what any little boy who had just been hurt. I dropped that peice of glass and I ran and hid.

Now let's hop in the Delorian and shoot back to the Future a bit (1.21 gigawats!!!!!)

It's now November 28th, and here I am still wounded from the beautiful glass that turned out to have a sharp deadly edge. But, as luck would have it I found the greatest thing you could find if you had a wound of this stature....I found a Spunge Bob Blue Bandaid. So I put this bandaid on and ooooh boy did this bandaid do everything it was supposed to. It protected my wound. It kept all the stuff I needed in to stay in and it kept all the stuff i needed to keep out....well out. The best part It made my hand look damn good...(after all spunge bob?) But, something happened that I didn't count out.

The bandaid got old.

It got crusty

It lost it's stickyness....

I mean after all it's just a bandaid. It's not like it's part of my skin. Just a temporary fix. I will admit that I wish it was more...(like I said...who would want spunge bob to be a part of them). But the reality of it was it was just a bandaid it did it's job and now it was ready to come off.

So I took it off.

And I missed my spunge bob bandaid. I missed it so much.

But today you know what I realized? My spunge bob bandaid did the best thing it could have ever done....because now I look down at my left hand and I don't see a wound.

My wound has healed. Thanks to you Bob...

Love you guys

Antny