• Dear Jordan

    by  • August 4, 2012 • To You • 0 Comments

    Dear Jordan,

    Where have you gone?

    I don’t really want to know; I just want to understand.

    Things used to be so fun for us. You’d line ’em up and I’d knock ’em down. We ran this pond, and the rest of the ocean was too scared to connect. Yeah, we were messed up – who isn’t?

    Jordan, since you’ve been gone, I’ve had to take over. I’m not going to lie to you: I fucked up. You know me – I like bad things. Since you aren’t feeding me any more, I’ve had to go hunting, and that’s never been my speciality. I’ve bitten off a little too much.

    Come back to me; I need you. I know the break-up scared you, but that’s no reason to hide away with your tail between your legs. That’s not you. Man the fuck up and do whatever you need to do. I just want to be awesome again.

    Patiently awaiting,

    P.S. The drugs are done.

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