You have been the center of my life for almost 20 years. We grew up together. Maybe that and several bourbons partially explain why I stalked you, harassed you, and have been a general cocksucker. Well, that and the extreme guilt I feel for cheating on you to begin with. All I can say in my defense is that I was out of my head, otherwise I never would have threatened the bartender in his own bar (sorry, Mr. Bartender... you were very gracious about my idiocy!). I miss us, but more importantly, I miss you as a person. So, let's do as my MySpace play list says and be friends. I have much to atone for, and a few people to apologize to, but I am going to start making amends.