One of the saddest days of my life. The Vanimal is dead. I had to abandon it on the side of I-405 with the keys in the ignition. There were so many memories in that scary rapist van. I'm going to miss it so much.
Well she's still alive. That's always a good thing. She's in Arizona, though. I really wanted to see her on her birthday. She shouldn't have to spend another birthday alone. She shouldn't have had to do it for even one. I think about her a lot and I'm not sure why. I miss her like a fat kid misses trans fat.
...and, only for an instant, you wondered back into my world and turned it upside down. The blood still stains my hands, never to be washed away. I carry this burden like a pair of concrete water wings so that, someday, you may fly.