I'll dive deeper on this shortly but dig this: there's a trailer truck full of manure that has been flung at myself as well as both the Knytes and WolfPack, lately that it started getting to me.
When I packed up my car that rainy frigid night at the first of September it wasn't entirely to be spiteful. I had been trampled on by way too many detractors in that region of my beloved state of Idaho as well as a lot of peeps there that myself, my family and the Syndicate had aided the vast majority 💔 of that valley. In Idaho to the point I was tired of the horse turds. Add to that falling down an unmarked set of dorky stairs that if I'd landed only a few millimeters different I would not be here now. Add to that the aggravation towards a buttwipe in Tweaket Flatts who was a church officer in that city beside the Snake River it just got to where I had to say this lonely Wolf had to get off that train. Then getting kicked in the jaw by that Sandra over there. Carting her all over creation and ignoring my own environment heck never even got a bj out of her.
All she did was give up on me and the Syndicate that it was do or die. So I did do. Sure it's taken a few more weeks than I had planned, sleeping in the General JaXson a few weeks, and as of yet outside of the breef respid at the Prairie Inn here in Evanston, ain'T seen a shower or bathtub. But I'll manage. It's all worth it and all in the mix. Look the mighty HazzardAyre was created here in Evanston, that took 6 years. We are at the doorsteps of a new year, and a new Era for and of us in the Hazzard Syndicate, and we are ready to begin showing our plumage. Love ❤️ ya'll
Patrick@ayrewolfaviation.com
