that was so beautiful that night night on the radio, the west central night one, we can't come out, the no gotcha talk.  i liked her voice.   that was real.  no head talk...i think.  i kept messing up.  here's what i think. i think you lost patience with me around november.  somehow things changed, or you decided i didn't value or deserve or value—i smell i haven't taken a shower for a few—or would change and perhaps you've been trying to tell me that lately

women are my problem.  i wake up in the morning and when i open me eyes first thing i see yes it does is this girl sitting across from me in the living room, so when they leave and i go back to sleep with my eyes i'm dreaming of her!  she liked jersey mike though, i could tell.  who doesn't.