Paradiso Springs Hotel 8110 W. Mains Las Vegas, NV July 18th, 1971 Doctor, The bamboo under my fingernails affords me no comfort as I contemplate where the fuck you could've run off to. You left me on a slippery slope, you bastard. But what no one could know, and what no man could predict, was the insanity of the closed eye. The black eyelids that I was able to see through, clear as the transparent stars spangling the banner of our confederacy. How far would this cave lead? Did I need to know? No. Regards, File:Ninjastar.png