Maybe a Russian Blogger Can See

Charlie from Coaches (bartender) in Indianapolis, IN, it is Hope. It was not easy for you to be at a NASCAR bar that close to CONSECO downtown. An affair with Jeff Gordon didn't help either. Getting your soul stuck for a year in a rounded CIA, penthouse poodle poopy pooch who was thrown from the 2nd to the top floor of the Conrad with no damage didn't help either. I contact you in this way. I haven't seen you in a great while. To just put the record on the page, you never came home with me, and I never with you. I think I found a missing piece, "sweetie", just keep your shirt down for me. I believe that Chris Pine of The Enterprise is your actual brother. I contact the solar system through the web. You can do the rest with all of the power and authority you have in Indy, and he can work with with the FBI to find you from NYC. Splitting FRATERNAL Twins like you two was illegal back in the day. They thought that you were identical. Born here at ABBOTT NORTHWESTERN here in MPLS just for stage credibility (your mother was a prostitute for The Old Log Theater community led by my father's associate Garrison Keiler), brought to WISHARD in Indy. How are we to know ourselves anyway? Enough said.