Monday, August 29, 2011

to my other friend.

your attitude is terrible. your body is no good.

i think you're going to die before you turn thirty.

i've never attended a funeral in my twenty-five years here, and i never want to attend a funeral in the next twenty-five.

please do something about yourself.


hi friend.

i'm sorry i did not finish my glass of garrison.

yeah, it's worth some money, and i'm probably a weaker man for not drinking my whiskey, but please, don't call me a pussy for not drinking it right before i'm about to get behind the wheel of a car to take three of our friends home.

i'm angry at you, but we're still friends.

i think you have issues though. please sort yourself out.