Allo Cecil.

I hope this letter finds you well…. i’m alive and i’m fine but i thought it best i disappear for a while. yknow. i got nothing left to do here. there’s simply no need for be the part of the picture, so i am out of it.

i’ve got everything i need right here wherever i am. as such, i got no need for the rest of my material junk. please find enclosed the deeds to my house, my keys and a sworn statement that I, Damien Bevan, of sound body and mind entrust you, Cecil, mate, to sell all my useless old shit and give whatever proceeds you can scrape together to that kids family. Tell them im fuckin sorry. i’m taking myself where i cant do anymore harm. Take some for yourself as well mate, you’ve earnt it. Don’t take the piss.

And whilst i’m here… thanks mate. i know we’ve not exactly seen eye to eye over the years and i have no fucking clue why you even put up with my bullshit, but you know what. hats off to ya you big ponce. your a magic genius.

As for my mother, if she somehow gets ahold of you and comes asking about a place to stay, well, you can politely inform her that no such place exists and as far as she is concerned, neither do I.

ill be in touch mate. expect another letter at some point.

cheers,

-Daz