I’m sad about it. Even though the last year was…not so good. Bad, overall. Even though I think we’ll still hang out, and I’ll still see the Li’l Wrangler (hopefully not any less…though I worry about that). Even though I’d started to hate the irritable, impatient, downright mean person I’ve been to the Wrangler lately, and I don’t want to be that person any more than he wants to deal with that person.

Because it was really, really, really good once, for a couple years, and I don’t want to sell that short.

Fuck.