Tyler, are you out there?
The support groups aren’t enough anymore; I want to start my own group.
Every day I come house to my apartment and watch television or read a timetable or go running, yet it’s not enough anymore.
This is my life, and it’s ending one minute at a time.
I want to smother all those French beaches I’ll never see; crap on the Natural History Museum.
Get ahold of me, Tyler, prior to a loose my grip.