I miss you. It seems like a week since I was there, in you, but it has only been four days. I pass all my time thinking about all the funny stuff you did and the nice stuff, too. Like, remember when you bought me that really strong drink and I found those pills in the bottom of the glass? Now, I knew you were not trying to drug me, even though it was suspicious, because I know we are TRUE friends. That was just a joke, right? Funny.
Also, there was that time when you said you were going to “Motherfuck some kids” and then you almost beat up that drunk old man who thought he was my dad? Thanks for standing up for me.
Having fun!
Then remember that one night when you broke my pinky toe and gave me hematomas all over my right leg and some on my head? You were drunk so you might not remember, but I do. That sure was a good one.
And that time in the parking lot at the Days Inn? When we were smashing stuff and you hit me over the head with a Weller’s bottle and I threw the ottoman at your taint but it is made of iron so it bounced off and hit the cleaning lady in the eye? Man, Oklahoma, you know how to party.
You, knowing how to party
Anyways, I gotta go but keep in touch. I’ll be back to visit again sometime and we can party all over again like it was June 2009.
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