::um.

how things have changed. I don’t even know where to begin.

i’m at work and just got the itch – remembered how I felt connected to some of you. most of you. all of you. got emotional and all that.

and so I miss you, I guess. it’s hard to admit. i’m a dude after all. we don’t talk about that stuff. and so I wandered back in here to the old alleycat bar where we used to drink and write, and it’s all dusty and dirty and forgotten. and I miss the loud music and the jukebox and the stolen kisses.

and I see the graffiti we left on the bathroom walls and I wonder if any of us are the same people and if we’d even like one another if we met again.

Do you care what I have to say? Will I like the person you’ve become? is it worth the while to brush off the stink and wipe down the mirror and turn the power back on?

do you miss me?