Archive for February 12, 2008
Letter to a former friend.
Dear Pill,
I hate you. I haveĀ mastered you, and as of tonight will have swallowed you whole. Your ass is mine. Hopefully we never meet again. I’d love to say “it’s not you, it’s me” but that’s simply not true. It is you. I have used you for all your worth, which from this day forward is nothing. You are dead to me.
Sincerely,
The Oven
P.S. I do thank you for your years of previous service. Aside from nasty little side effects you did meet your goal.