Your Blood, Your Bones, Your Voice and Your Ghost
I know your sitting there expecting me to say something. To write something.
I know your sitting there expecting me to "cry out loud." To complain about a situation and probably the most awkward phone conversation of all time.
Well, I'm not going to.
Admittedly, I'm not that beat up about it. Really I just don't know what to say. Are we supposed to go back to being friends as close as we were before all this? Am I supposed to not kill babies and hookers any more? Questions, Questions, Questions.
Anyways, I'm out. I woke up this morning and decided to get out of town. So I'm catching a flight to Hawaii in about 2 hours. I'm skipping the Friday of Sasquatch and then down there for Saturday and Sunday. I probably won't have internet access at all, unless I hit a innerweb cafe.
Word.
I know your sitting there expecting me to "cry out loud." To complain about a situation and probably the most awkward phone conversation of all time.
Well, I'm not going to.
Admittedly, I'm not that beat up about it. Really I just don't know what to say. Are we supposed to go back to being friends as close as we were before all this? Am I supposed to not kill babies and hookers any more? Questions, Questions, Questions.
Anyways, I'm out. I woke up this morning and decided to get out of town. So I'm catching a flight to Hawaii in about 2 hours. I'm skipping the Friday of Sasquatch and then down there for Saturday and Sunday. I probably won't have internet access at all, unless I hit a innerweb cafe.
Word.
posted by Geoff at 12:19 PM
2 Comments:
I don't even get a goodbye??? Call me when you read this.
Ah, I'm jealous! Have a sweet trip.
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