It's been one year since the breakup. You said it isn't like a relationship, but you're wrong. Breaking up a band is worse. But honestly, the rest of us were just breaking up with you. You've told us before that at least three other bands asked you to leave and then re-formed without you, but you acted so surprised when it happened again. Can't you take the hint? That's not what I want to talk about. I want to talk about our lost friendship. I dressed up and went to court with you when your basement got broken into. I gave your mother "family" discounts at my store and bought you chai. We played music and talked shit and trusted each other. After our falling out, a close friend of mine died, and I called you up, saying that I wanted to patch things up between us in case one of us died, and you told me that you wouldn't care if "Fuck you" is the last thing I ever heard from you. I never want to play music with you, or even be in the same room with you, but I still love you.

—Anonymous