I’m moving now and everything reminds me of you; that fucked up purple dinosaur you gave me to stop those silly nightmares, Siddhartha, Narcissus, your Obama article…
I love you. Come back already. We can be friends. I promise it will hurt, but probably not forever. It’s my fault. —See you June 30
This article appears in Apr 29 – May 5, 2010.
