Goodbye Pamela February 22, 2007Posted by daveintexas in Bidness, stuff.
It couldn’t last. In this crazy world, what chance did we have?
She lives in her world, and I live in mine. I live in my colder, northern hemisphere, crazy Texas retardo-Dave world.
She’s a model.
I’m a goober.
She’s young and pretty.
I’m, I’m not young, and not pretty.
That one hurts.
I hear some of you, I know what you’re thinking. “Did I use her”?
Yer damned skippy I used her.
Everything comes to an end. But one more, just one more. For the good times.
You said you’d never leave me Pamela. And you never will. But I’ve got a job to do, too. Where I’m going, you can’t follow. What I’ve got to do, you can’t be any part of. Pamela, I’m no good at being noble, but it doesn’t take much to see that the problems of two little people don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you’ll understand that. Now, now… Here’s looking at you kid.