Andrew! You came into my work on this past rainy Saturday with your homie from New Mexico by way of LA. He was married and nervous, you were tall and handsome, buying me shots of Jameson. Me: greedily gratefully giddily drinking that free whisky and laughing at my own jokes. Did the last thing I tell you about how to tell what color a girl's pussy is scare you? When you laughed and sucked on your thumb like that you better believe it scared me, but in a good way. I had to run away and collect myself but didn't expect you to disappear like that. Wtf boy, come back here. You know where to find me.