September 28, 2026

A call, September 28, 2026

So this is going to be posted online, like, and it’s supposed to be stuff I wish I could say to the deceased, like a loved one or a friend or something like that. Man, comma, haven’t put much thought into that comma, since like, when people die, they can’t hear it. It’s kind of like, what’s the point in saying anything, comma, I guess if I had to say anything, I got a lot of regret in not telling my buddy who ended up not being my buddy after a while that he’s a prick, comma, he died from leukemia, comma, I wish I could call him a prick to his face one more time before he died, because then at least he would know I had feelings about him, comma, I guess what I’m trying to say is Michael’s a prick, and he died of leukemia. And I regret not telling him that, comma, and I guess I would also say I’m sorry for bailing like I did, but whatever, comma, that guy’s a prick anyways.