Cabe -
You don't have to apologize to me for anything. Especially not the flask, it's with me wherver I go. Wherever that happens to be, don't even really care if it's a tell or not. Or maybe I do and that's the entire point. Who knows, it's late and I don't
I couldn't forget you, not in a million years. What with your initials there every time I have me a little pickmeup. And everything else. All the good old times and the good old days and everything that was is what make right now better. Makes things easier, I guess, remembering
I think that's rather the point of feeling like you wish you'd had more time. Because regardless of how much there was, you know deep down that it'd never have been enough, anyway. One year more, five years more, a whole lifetime more. Everything has a bottom line. So you're left with feeling all the what-if's and if-only's and it's all a giant mess but never evera pointless one. Because I guess if I feel this way then it had to have been some good shit. Proof being in the pudding and all that, because if I didn't miss you and Jain and being where I was then why would I be wishing this hard, right?
Always did have an addictive personality. Tee hee ha ha.
I don't know. I'm running at the mouth too, I guess. Handmouths. That'd be an amazing tattoo. Maybe I'll trade in the stars for a bit. The light's usually long dead by the time it reaches the planet, did you know that? Bar car's been playing nonstop docos, I think I'm learning more shit pissing drunk than I ever did anywhere else.
Funny how that works, isn't it?
Until I get more goldfish stickers, then.
-Jesse