Friday, October 29


good morning.

but more importantly, last night you said that being with me was like meeting your maker which last night i took to understand meant that being with me is like conversing with god, which is weird but ultimately flattering.  this morning, however, over too strong black coffee and burnt toast (my fault), i'm thinking while you lie still sleeping, that you probably meant that being with me is like some kind of abstract mortal challenge, a test of will, if you will, of your own sort of late blooming personal integrity, morality and humanity.

please clarify.  immediately.

have a good one (insert slightly harder than necessary, sort of 'bro-type' punch to the right shoulder.  yours).


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