I remember the questions you asked me. I remember the time you asked if I had any change so you would have to hand me back so much. I remember you giving me this card that sits in my wallet. I remember every time I was in your presence. I remember so well and it’s so fucked up, pardon my french.
I’m just venting on this fine sunny Saturday. I expected rain but the weather man lied. Damn you weather man, damn you.