El, I swear to god, if you're not yourself right now, I'm going to burn this place down.
Please tell me you're okay. I need you to be okay.
i can't move my right arm higher than my chest. i genuinely think i'm having a heart attack in my 20s. is that even possible? who knows. not me.
I'll be around tonight, best we act like we haven't spoken.
Save a bottle of the good stuff for me. I'll be in tonight.
If that damn Mrs. Adams calls again, tell her I'm out, which is technically not a lie because I'll be late tonight. Lock up when you're done and there are donuts in the kitchen. I think they're still good.
How you been keeping, stranger?