DWRR readers. Its been a minute. Dang its been a few years since we've spoken. After DW was tragically cut down by the Sinaloa Cartel in a botched peace mission we all needed a break. Its bittersweet to be writing to you today, but I trust the years of quiet separation has done us all some good, as we grapple with a world minus its champion. What happened to David Wesley, our brother, our teacher, our guru, our prince of starkness, was the moment we all understood that we were on ur own, and our destiny would be decided by one man with impeccable posture and a high stakes gambler wit.

The reason Im breaking my silence today is that this month commemorates the 7 year anniversary of the day DW made a margarita so perfect, the Dalai Lama shared it with him. On this day we saw the best David had for humanity, his finest hour. So I can for a nation, a worldwide toast, to a man who drove the bus called earth. We'll miss him.