One doesnt notice it at first. You cleverly disguise it with piteous prose and longing lyrics.

But after seeing your post-"meeting" posts, I must post this note in utter astonishment and disappointment.

I expected more.

I thought that puddles were shallow, but after seeing the REAL you, they are Great Lakes, baby.

Luckily, your hangups prompted you to slyly discard me like the Joker from a deck of cards during a game of Hearts.

At least I can thank you for saving me from all of your drama and grief. Its too bad that so many others will be drawn in like a horsefly to a wet brown pile of shit-logs.

--Grue