I flip through a few more pages before you reply. Oh boy, now do I ever miss you. Late night gigs, you where there. Practices, you where there. When we needed to finish that whole cake in 15min? You were there, until you passed out, cute as a button, from a full tummy. Many good times...I think about it for a second. I mean, why not? It wasn't too messy of a break up...Right? I mean, we're still talking...sometimes. Well, we better clear the air before hand. It'll be awkward if we don't...Bad mojo while playing.<br/><br/><em><strong>Oh, alright, pretty good. And sure, we always got room on the couch for ya. But, how 'bout you meet me for lunch first? My treat, of course.</strong></em><br/><br/>Not gonna lie, almost consider staring the old flame up right there...