Let's see... I took him to the airport, I picked him up, I got all pretty and was there with a kiss for him. We went to the gutair center and checked out the ibanez's, fenders and martins, he bought me some more drum sticks and himself a nice three hundred and fifty dollars Ibanez, the one I picked out in the catalog. We had a couple of egg rolls and beers at the Loose Caboose and headed back home.

I should have expected nothing more from him, but to buy the beer, drink the beer and admire his new gutair for the rest of the evening until he passed out. I should have expected that his missing me for several days was a lie. He missed the beer. I should have stuck with that belief, as I should forever and ever and ever more believe. That's all he will ever miss.

Big T was here 10:10 AM
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