Seeing The King at his last stop in Philly makes me think about us. I keep wondering if things would’ve been different if I’d just trusted The Process instead of trying to rush everything. I never really Maxey-mized what we had, and somewhere along the way we let the Edge (combe) between us get too wide. Maybe all we ever needed was a little more Brotherly Love. You don’t have to respond. I just hope you’re happy.