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February 23, 2008
You - the one who wanted to save me.

You would wax messianic about rolling me up in a rug and whisking me out of the valley. You fed me like an orphaned child, you swore that I only needed a “real man” to take proper care of me.

Your sound system, that amp beneath the passenger seat – I could get halfway to climax in just one Fugees song.

Your cologne, your expensive clothes, your ridiculous gold chain. None of it impressed me – I just wanted to ride forever down Sonoma highways with the bass turned all. The way. Up.