texts: Bret... what the fuck...? </s> <s> Tonight was supposed to be the night, Trevor. Remember? I couldn't believe you went through five dart games and didn't even joke about it. </s> <s> Bret. What the hell is going on?
labels: We were gonna be millionaires you said. Nobody'd suspect a thing. I had never even met her. No connection. Then you went and had that fucking car accident.