We traveled the world together, or at least this time-
zone, knocking eachother down all along the way. Rolling 
around in the grass your thumb gouged into my cheek, 
remember hide and seek under the porch when Sean threw 
glass at your head, there was blood every where. Blood, 
man, blood. Blood, man, blood. Blood. My mom always said 
that you never had it easy, no question that is true. But 
you make only terrible decisions and friends with drunken 
reprobates. Mike put down the pipe, and pick up the 
pieces of your life. I mean this in the nicest way 
possible, and not that it doesn't apply to me, learn some 
self control.