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Robbery Joe: El Pirata Mas Fina
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Robbery Joe: El Pirata Mas Fina
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This makes me sad.
Alas, I miss you, friends. I want to feel the warmth of Bricker's open palm slapping me in the face, and hear Tony's gratifying sighs as I gently massage his shoulders. What?
Seriously, I can't take it anymore. I would give anything to come home. I miss you guys! We need to hang. Preferably to the left.
I hope you see this post although it is over a month late. It has been busy here. I'm sick of being busy. I want to lie down in a real bed while we put on Led Zeppelin, or Bob Marley, or Dave Matthews, or any number of bands that represent perfection incarnate.
I miss the days of Bricker coming over to my house every day. I miss the days of falling down at The Chamber. I miss the days of after-school Sonic slushes during Happy Hour because we are too cheap to pay the extra 75 cents. I miss McMullen's. I miss Mauricio and his outrageous accent. I miss the days of not having to salute him. I miss the days of not being shot at. I miss steak. I miss the days of urging Bricker to ask a girl out because he is insecure about his sense of humor. And looks. I miss the days of telling Bricker he IS good looking and how I would kill to be able to grow a beard like his. I miss the days of you guys just sitting there listening to me play guitar. I miss the days of wondering how bored you must have been, yet feeling good that you guys still wanted to be around me even though I replaced my two best friends with a musical instrument. Just kidding. But seriously.
I love you guys. I'll be home soon, and there will be much rejoicing.
-Jimmy
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