Earlier this week a beautiful, international bromance came to an untimely end.
Things were said, stands were taken, and relations broke down.
It's a tragedy. Lovely people, lovely family, wonderful bro, but in the end he went a different way to me, in a manner which was all too predictable.
When a nice guy can't kick out someone who is insinuating his way into the brotherhood, then it's because he's too nice.
When I shoot first and ask questions later like a character from a Gary Larson cartoon, people aren't impressed.
But maybe they aren't so nice when they blame me for everything turning to crap.
Stay healthy and wealthy old pal, and try to be a little wiser as we all do.