This one’s for all you alpha assholes I’ve bothered to love only to have you toss me away like I don’t matter. You know who you are. All you boys from the BDB. Bones, Barrons, Raphael. Bowen, Spade, Curran, even you Owen Winters. I’m calling y’all out to even the playing field.
The Captain is switching teams.
Not that you care. But I figure if another of you jerks tries to darken my mattress, he should know what the score is.
Dear Mr. [...]