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What's up for the weekend?

The flashing light on my answering machine caught my eye and almost immediately after I pushed the play button, I wished I hadn't. The voice that came out of that little speaker hit me like a ton of bricks. It's been so long. I loved you so much. 81416 will always be my home because that is where my heart is.

Come back to me.

Uh, Dad. Leave me alone, kay?

"Please lock the door and leave your key on the kitchen table."

byebye, Mama

"This under the cover thing has got to stop."
I'm wearing Christian Dior pajamas.
That's ballin' right there.

Where's my Rigo?

And I want to go see Brian. I miss my MY Brian.

I've got a Sparks, Rigo's got a Foster's, and we both have a 6 pack of Miller High Life. Now we're going to put on Apocolypse Now and eat beef jerky until the sun goes down.

I burnt my head with a flat iron and broke two knuckles today.

Oh yeah, and I got my cell phone taken away. Any contact you wish to make with me must be made by dialing (562)869-1591 or just stopping by and surprising me.