Oh, would you look at that. She's back. For now. So, I think it's safe to say now, here, in the presence of no one in particular, this is going to be one of those relationships. I think it's safe to say that I'm not going to be the guy that your father hoped you would end up with. I'm the guy that had his own 'apartment' (read - shack out the back of Guido's butcher shop which doesn't have electricity, running water, heating, airconditioning, a floor and the 'windows' were actually holes punched by Guido when he was going through his 'drinking' phase) in high school because Mum was an alcoholic and Dad fled to find gold and never returned. In short, I was cool. Seventeen cool, but now we're older, we've been through some stuff, you're desperately trying to remember your seventeen year old self and why the hell you loved this unreliable, flee in the middle of the night deadbeat that has lost his boyish grin.
I don't know. I've got my own problems, like not being a good blogger. Maybe it's your fault. Maybe your the one who nagged and nagged until you drove me away into the arms of something that isn't virtual. Maybe I'm just projecting. We'll never know because I'm not the 'talk about my problems' kind of guy. You will try and change me but it's never going to happen.
Anyway, I'm back. I've got my shit together, I'm thinking about a future. Calm down, and make me a cup of tea little lady. We got a lot to catch up on.
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