A New Royal Cousin

I thought that it would be busy downtown today due to the All Star Game, but it is actually very quiet. I see the quiet as a sign that the negativity is getting to people in the vicinity. JRF, I miss you. You are the one I have labelled my best friend. Maybe that will be true in the end. I feel as if you are near today. When I go to sleep, get into The Como Zoo and say hello to my gorilla boyfriend, Virgil. Maybe you have more in common than you know. I remember the stuffed gorilla I gave you for Valentine's Day. You hung him on your pull up bar and you would punch him in your inner hierarchy going at me. You will now feel the strength and telekinesis of Virgil, and you will need to back away and learn instead. Evolution is grand. Staying the same is boring. Music pulls you through. Do not worry about bar scene. If you need a place to hang, go to Brits' (downtown Minneapolis) at night. You know I cannot see you until you break free, actually. Virgil will challenge you and make fun of you heinously, anusly. JRF, your father was born as part of a quadruplet experiment in British royalty. The Queen is your grandmother and your dad's father was all of their father (he was quite a gamer in his day/ akido MASTER of MASTERS). He is Prince Charles actual brother, as well as Andrew, and a man I met at HCMC. That is how my master (the Line Deputy from Marion County) got into my room with my royal gold ring. I wear it almost every day. So, anyway, you are Harry and William's COUSIN. You are the only one, because you know how to behave, publicly. Maybe I was there to bring you out into society properly, and learn to party responsibly. Say whatever you want after a few drinks, but always start with a shot of plain Jagermiester. Good luck, soldier.