texts: Well. Look where I am. A jamon iberico shop run by a gentleman I presume I've never met before. Certainly haven't been tracking. To a different country over the course of several years.
labels: Well, look who's walked into my shop. A man that I clearly don't know despite the fact that he's held a vendetta against me for years, despite the fact that he did throw me in jail and I served my time. But he's been digging deeper to find something else on me wherein there is not.