Ok, I held my drink up. Searching with my partner for his lost mission. No clue where that's at, but we continue on, drink spilled across the floor, back to the house for another...

Friendship valued, no wonder where. A knock on the door means more than I can accept at the moment. I love life, I accept it, and I live it. Knock on my door and come on in!

And there you were, raw, skinless, and naked. It wasn't a pretty sight, in fact it was really gross.

I thought about calling 911, but it would have been worthless, wish you were gone, a creature beyond creating, a fireball from hell!

And then you were gone, TV turned off because I passed out in my chair! If TV was turned off every time you passed out in your chair, there would be no chair, mother fucker!

Yea, Daniel walked out on me, while watchin a movie, and shut the whole house down on me because I fell asleep, in my chair, in my own house.

He could have at least locked up on his way out, he knows the code to my door. Instead, he leaves me alone and subject to the violence on our dead end street.

He knows I only have a shotgun, that I have moved from my front door to the back. He has enough fire power to take down anything, and carries it on his hip sometimes, hidden.

So, I sit here alone in my little house, everything turned off, because I fell asleep. Did it dawn on you, my friend, that I might wake up?