Well, well, well. Where the hell have you been? So you think after however long it’s been that you can just waltz back into my life? You’re lucky you’re so damn cute.  I’ve missed you, and I’m glad you’re back. It’s kind of nice looking back over the projects you and started ages ago but never finished. We were filled with such inspiration! But then you started looking around. You were bored with me. I caught you staring at other projects while I was at home slaving over the ones we had already started. Pretty soon, you were dipping your honey stick into so many pots that I had to throw my hands in the air and say, “enough. I am not your whore, productive streak!”

After that, as you will recall, we both went our separate ways. Some nights I would lie awake and worry that you were somewhere dead in a ditch, or wandering the streets looking to trade blow jobs for plot ideas. But mostly I just found solace in short form thrills and stories. They fed me for a good while, dulling the pain of your memory. 

Then recently you showed up at my place looking beat to hell. You were unshaven and your breath stank of sour hops and barley. You didn’t apologize, you just set your dirty hobo-stick down and went into my office. I decided not to say anything and see where you might be going with this. Before I knew it, we were working together again. You and I, we were actually writing, and better still, we were enjoying. I got you cleaned up and something to eat and we dug in even deeper. 

We never have apologized to each other, but I think that would just be a bit redundant, because the scripts we are turning out together seems more than enough.

Much Love

Travis

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Walk with me for a moment two years in the past. The night we first met. I was at Target wandering the aisles. You were on display along with a few other patterns. I’m not sure you saw me straight away, but I saw you. I never realized have desperate I was for comfort until my eyes fell upon your familiar logo running down two soft cotton legs. I had always partook in your beverage, in fact, it remains my favorite amongst the soda pop family. Maybe that’s why I fell so hard so fast. I know you felt the same. I didn’t have a lot of money, but I did have two long, hairy walking sticks that needed nightly vacations. To me, it was worth all the gold in the world. 

I took you home. Do you remember that first night? It was December and a bit chilly in the apartment. I needed you more than ever, and you delivered. The moment we sat down together on the couch I new something miraculous had occured. I’ve never been one to put much stock into fate, Peppers, but comfy pants like you make me question everything. Sometimes you were so lovingly comfortable that I would nod off during Blu-Ray action films. Even though the picture was so crystal clear, and the action so over-produced and loud, you still wrapped me in your Sand Man spell.

We’ve couched it now for two years, Peppers. Two years! What a time it’s been. Which is why it saddens me to have to tell you this. I’m shopping around for new comfy pants. It’s not that I don’t love you anymore…actually I think I love you more than ever. But you’re old. Let’s face simple facts; you have a large hole in your crotch and I am to lazy to sew you back up. The washer and dryer have beaten you around the block and you don’t fit like you used to my love. I will treasure you always, just from now on, I will treasure you from iside the drawer with all the other things I never wear. Then I’m sure a year or two down the road I will treasure you at the Goodwill I leave you at. But know this, I WILL treasure you. We still have some time together…let’s make it count.

Much Love

Travis

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