Monday, September 03, 2007

Gone 60 Seconds too Late

Dear Ricky-
Can I call you Ricky? I think your friends call you Rick, but your mom and her friends call you Ricky and I'm in the mood for a reprimand. From what I've heard from our parents, you're a little whiny, rather particular about your tailor-made suits, but essentially a grown man going to grad school and making your own living. What the freak made you think it was OK to return the car without calling ahead, without a full tank of gas, and doing it at 12:30 in the morning while your giggling friends looked on?

No peace. No love.

And certainly no Joyce.

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