Ace of Spades
@spadesNineteenfortyone
The City Never Sleeps... And Neither Do I Resident From the Manhattan Living on Borrowed Time
April the 7th 1941, "I am being Fatherly. Taking care of the smallest morsels," -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
April the 7th 1941, "Maplehoof, you have wisdom beyond your years," -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
April the 7th 1941, “That boy ain’t right.” -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
April the 7th 1941, “Fuck it’s been a long time, but this scotch runs so smooth down my throat,” -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
April the 7th 1941, “ https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/7b0e5031424e.jpeg “ -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
April the 7th 1941, “A black beetle for #beetleweek” -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
April the 7th 1941, “Rule of thumb always got to be direct, some people won’t even know what you’re selling unless you shine a big ol’ spotlight on it. Morons.” -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
April the 7th 1941, “Even the worthless have some worth to them. Just think of Deuce,” -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
April the 7th 1941, “I drink my coffee black, like my romances,” -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
April the 7th 1941, “I have taken the opportunity to care for a crab pet in my free time, this will surely keep my sanity in the weeks to come.” -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
April the 7th 1941, “Another day on this god forsaken wild web sight, and I still haven’t figured out these blasted functions. Deuce has been uncooperative since I took away his brass horn collection. That boy ain’t right in the head since the Blip. I digress, point is, I don’t know what I gotta do receive messages in my mail box up in the corner, maybe it’s just for show,” -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
April the 7th 1941, “Eat a hot roast beef sandwich, and kindly drive off a short pier, regards,” -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
April the 7th 1941, "What the fuck, is this clock fast or am I just not getting these temporal alignment shits right on the dial up, why do these have to be so complicated. Newspapers were efficient. Letters were efficient. Graphite and pens, what bullshit right?" -Signed Spades S. Esquire.
6th of April, 1941, "Finally made it to the Bronx. Territory was secure, but all told, this may be the last commiqué before the sun goes down again. I managed to remember the last few cycles well enough. Hearts and Clubs managed to get this thingymawhatsit up to operation, so at least path to the next millennium isn't as boring. I let Droog write to his Sweetheart. Boxcars is next, and Deuce, well, Deuce has this shindig called a "wild web sight". Not sure what the hell that means, but the built in terminal says this is some kind of trans dimensional whateverthefuck to send little messages as ships in bottles. Let's hope a little of me finds it way to somewhere important. To whomever reads this, name's Spades." -Signed Spades S. Esquire