So here's the thing: I miss you, us.
And we go back, you and me.
You've made millions- millions (and good for you!) Me? I cut my wrist and bled out a play that we sold to a guy who just 'had to have it,' for pennies. Pennies. (Bad for me). I did sell an option on a magic thing, with the majority of the money coming IF they make a film. (OK, I'm not starving. Actually? Eating out often.)
Now I spend nights with randoms, and, from time to time, you come up. And right when I begin to question if we were really friends, bam, I'll receive an email or hear your late night voice message left from some far away place. Are you selling- out overseas or hiding-out close to home? I haven't a clue.
OK, here's a quote: "I miss you."
And here's a question: "You?"
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