Another Draft/Sent From My IPhone
It’s too soon for me to email you so I won’t.
I just thought I’d ask how the pussy was on the west coast
Or something absurd like that.
I shouldn’t so I wouldn’t…
Don’t mind me.
Sometime in the future remind me to tell you about some really embarrassing stories about gigging in town.
I wish we were friends, but
I also kind of want to marry you so
I don’t really know if this is subject material for an email.
I wish you read my poems.
God this is the worst one yet.
Another draft I guess
Sent from my iPhone