Back in town...

Matt's back. He posted to say hello, and we should get together sometime. I'm seriously grateful he doesn't know where i live. Not because he's dangerous, but because i have a new bestfriend, one that appriciates me. And yet i know myself. I'll go broke helping him, ruin friendships and family to help him. I can think back and remember good times, and better remember the bad times. I sent a message to Cynthia, and apparently he's been talkin shit down there, too. Kevin and Allen were right. I pity him, because his wife loved him and he messed up. I loved him, and he messed up. Cynthia LOVED LOVED LOVED him, TWICE!!! and he messed up. Some people need to come with permanent warning labels.