![salute :salute:](./images/smilies/icon_salut.gif)
I'm sorry I missed your funeral and I'm sorry I didn't call. I almost feel like you're down there, screaming up at me...one rotten arm reaching up through the dirt to pull the last ethernet cord out of your corpse. I guess in the end I'm saying I'm emotionally damaged to the degree of drooling like a lunatic over my keyboard every time I see a flying dick across the screen. I duck and cover every time i hear a loud noise, or the sound of sonic booms overhead. And when I saw that cloud, shaped eerily like a mushroom cloud over my city...I shed a tear.
I miss you, so here are empty glasses of beer and your fucking cable bills your left on my table.
P.S. - Yes, the urine on your face is mine.