I asked them if we were growing cold and stale

No one stares down the barrel of death's gun quite like you.  No sir.
Remember when we thought we might have died already.  The night in the black van with tinted windows and stolen plates, as we sat and waited to rob Fat Teddy's crew in Barcelona?  The driver worked for them and almost executed us right there, but u remembered him at the last minute.  You remembered him from the shoot out in Monte Carlo.  I still eat at that outdoor bistro.  I have images of shattered glass and spilled wine that glide past my mind when I am sitting there waiting, enjoying the cool breeze.  Hope you rest in peace.

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