Dear Mr. Big T. Esq,
I hereby declare your game officially unsuspended. So here’s the low down: Dino and I are both itching to get some quality game time in this winter break. That does not mean that we will be scrounging around movie theater lobbies and dark allies in Boston asking for chicks to blow us out. No sir. This time, we are going to make sure that this shit gets done right. I want us to devise a list of the top night clubs, lounges, bars, as well as prime locations for some high-level day game. I want us to travel all over the North East looking for some quality poon. That means we need material. We need to equip ourselves with the biggest arsenal of PUA books, DVDs, lecture tapes, and of course, we all need to one-up our current wardrobes. We need to get down our secret spot orgasm techniques, load up on lock-in props, canned openers, multi-stack routines, and those secret cameras they always have on the TV show. I want us to build a tight 1-month schedule of non-stop gaming. Every night, dozens of sets opened; every day, loads of day game opens and study-time spent rehearsing new material, using new props, and stacking new routines. This is no time to abandon our friend Erik von Markovik. Oh no, my friend – on this day we ride together. After all, WE’RE NOT GONNA LET THEM TAKE OUR BOTTLE OF TIPSY WELSHMAN, ARE WE MEN?
