Ever know a drunk? I do. Or at least, I used to. And now, a little stroll down memory lane… Picture it. October, 2003.
beth thank you so much for coming over last night.....I'M SO SORRY.....i'm really upset that i can't remember.......and seriously, anytime you need anything done, ANYTHING, you need to call me.......call me to chop up your unlucky victim, not andy.
Also, i want to spend the next couple of weeks in solitude, but not without you.......i won't be able to drive to 916A......but i still really want to see you especially since i saw you and couldn't remember......so please call, leave messages, and maybe if i'm lucky we can hang out face to face
love you babe
ps: I'M SO FUCKING SORRY!
I can sure pick the winners, can't I? Really, I have a whole collection of these. Although, this is my favorite. I mean, he can't remember seeing me. As he would say, Classic. I'd expect nothing less.