I miss him always actually. Just today, its not a dull ache in the background, its full on, a sharp peircing pain. I reread some of his old letters. Makes me think I owe him some more credit....he's grown. Not that it matters, I loved him as a dumbass and i love him now. I can't wait until he comes home. I just want him here......a little more today than yesterday
you sure can pick 'em tell the motherfucker to abide by the law, then buy your council-estate scumass some self-esteem. holla.
No thanks, I'm not into cocktail weenies And just to prove that I do my part for the youth of today, Hoe is spelled h-o-e, sweetie. Keep that in mind when doing your next book report.