LEFT FOR DEAD

Geez!! Do you remember a time, God only knows when, a million fugallion light years ago, back in the day when Glen Ong still used to do a solo show and you called me Simone and you were Short Fart? --> oh the irony..

Came across the sketches of "us" you drew me and i couldn't help laugh at how retarded we were back then. And apparently still are. I cannot believe you still have those boxers i gave you, slash still wear em. And when you pulled down your pants, to moon me and i guess make a point, guess who's gorgeous face was staring back at me. LOL. Damn you..way to let me remember how retarded i was back then. You say it was the best gift anyone has ever gotten you, i say it was the best gift i ever got anyone.

This isn't so hard, is it? This isn't so bad, is it? Our memories serve not as a scar upon us but as a gentle reminder of what was, and as a heavyhanded whack upside down our heads of what was childish, immature, fun and wonderful.