Ashley,
Ahh the good old days. I chose you first mostly because you had the best combination of a sense of humor and having no contact with me in recent memory. I must make clear right from the get go that none of this is malicious or mean spirited. I have kept a pretty good rein on my friends list so those on it are good people I like enough to keep an attachment to (no matter how tenuous). That being said, where to begin?
I remember you as part of the Paw Paw wave number 2. It seemed like when I met you everybody in Kalamazoo was now from Paw Paw. The conversations about corn fields, boonesfarm, stealing mom’s viginia slims and the like was the talk of the day. From what you 2Paws (a term I believe my nephew whom you dated coined) kids told me it is a miracle you made it out alive. It seemed sort of like Children of the Corn meets Lord of the flies with a little Gummo thrown in for comic relief.
I think my most vivid memory of you is the day I turned over ownership of “Beefy” my freakishly large and beleaguered Piranha to your loving arms. I loved Beefy as best a man can love a fish (but not in that Kanye West/fishsticks kind of way) but time came to move and I just could not figure a way to carry on with him in my care. You came to my rescue and offered him a place to spend his twilight years. I am forever grateful for this, as everyone knows I have some brutal guilt issues.
I also remember a few blurry nights of drinking and chain smoking, and ofcourse Fourth Coast times swimming in smoke. You have been a great FB friend as you have never once caused me to block your news feed due to crazy horseshit I don’t want to hear about. Which I must tell you is something in short supply. I am sure I will continue to see you around, or atleast hear your name mumbled in connection to those I see more regularly. You are a swell gal and obviously your life will be better with out me clogging up the tubes of your FB account.
Today was a great day, but tomorrow our FBfriendship will end,
Much lurve,
Curt
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