texts: ... What's the matter? </s> <s> Oh, God, Basquiat, you scared the shit out of me. How the fuck could you do that to yourself? </s> <s> You're back. </s> <s> It's Monday morning. </s> <s> It's not Sunday? I missed you. You shouldn't leave me alone.
labels: You're blaming me? I had to go see my family.