Thursday, April 24, 2014: We are 10-days away from your birthday Sam. I cannot believe you are going to be 8-years old. It’s a sober reminder of how long we have been dealing with this situation because it’s been 5 1/2 years since your abduction. I mentioned before that this time of year should be special for Dad’s and their little girls. And it is, believe me it is. I treat every second with you like it’s going to be the last because I have no idea from one week to the next if I am going to see you. Or if Adriana Coronel Tenorio (AKA Adriana Howitt Coronel, Ari Coronel, Ari Coronel Tenorio, Ari Howitt, Ari Howitt Coronel) will have me ambushed again, or better yet maybe she will have me killed. Nobody would be surprised at this point. This is what I am thinking about this morning sitting on the side of the toll road waiting for the tow truck to come and help fix a flat tire. Yes, I am perfectly capable of fixing a flat tire by myself. The car is in the shop and I’m driving the Jeep today. So, the Jeep gets a flat and low and behold I find out the jack to lift the Jeep is missing. Hence the tow truck. I’m focusing on more happy thoughts, like what to get you for your birthday. Look at that, instant smile on my face. I LOVE YOU SAM!
You have been training angry lately my man. I thought it was because of PANs preparation. I keep forgetting you have all this still going on. You keep your shit together more than anyone I know faced with a similar circumstance. This will take care of itself in due time. Get out there and smash tomorrow! OSS!
Thank you Brotha! See you this weekend. OSS!
OSS! Brotha! You competed with a group full of assassins and came out with a bronze medal. That shit was dope! Congratulations my man!