texts: I'm sitting here, I'm looking at you and I'm having these flashes. You know, flashbacks, of memories.  Of us. </s> <s> Really. </s> <s> Yeah and I'm wondering, how did it go wrong? How did it all... slip away?
labels: 'It' didn't slip away, Martin, you did... when you went off to fuck Nicki in the middle of my birthday party.