Brought to you by the effects of Stockholm Syndrome from holding myself hostage for so many years.
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
The Definition of a True Best Friend
'Cause all he had to do was give me a little push. I'm sure that there have been times where he's looked at me and said, "That boy needs to be put out of his misery." But he still tolerates me, even though I'm an official menace to society, now. By the way, that drop is well over a thousand feet. I hope you're kosher with me hanging this up, Einar (my sole 3-D friend who knows that I blog, and still won't visit regularly--'s-okay, stay in the shadows and let me do my own thang).