November 06, 2010


Dear Vodka drinker, consumer of my energy,

I must let you know (somehow) that I am sick and even tired of (...)
Therefore, I am packing up, moving out, and letting you keep all our passionate regrets.

When, someday or late Tuesday evening, you'll decide to put me off hold, I shall probably be long gone, blinded by the sunset ...on the same road we never took.

P.S.: I've read something about superheroes being able to fail too; it seems that some of that criteria also apply to you... I'm expressing disappointment towards that.