2010-04-05, 06:31 PM
I cried for hours, days, and weeks on end and panicking where the hell you and your legendary dad were. I found myself waking up every night, covered in sweat drops; worrying that you guys were on the run from the yakuza because they were after you and your organs as well as his to cover for his gambling debts, and possibly dead in a dumpster or ditch.
Feels good to have you back, man. Don't make me worry again.
Feels good to have you back, man. Don't make me worry again.