I Want to Tell My Story
It all started back in '63. Your mom and I ran into each other at the A&W at the corner of Cherry Street. She was a waitress, and I was a Korea Veteran. Back in the day, people got to know each other by doing secret handshakes and acid. We met Walt Disney and he explained our destiny in a manner of interpretive dance. Thus the movie "Pete's Dragon" was born. Your mom and I were very much in love. We traveled the world looking for vending machines that disposed only Kit-Kat bars. It was the time of our lives.
Unfortunately, your mom (aka yo' mum after our visit to the UK) is a very jealous person. She refuses my proposals to marriage and never lets me meet other people. Sometimes while i am alone, I wonder if being with her is worth the pain I feel when she chooses other drinking buddies to go out with. But when I hear her beautiful slurred voice coming out of the phone in the garbled mess I've come to love, I realize it is all worth it.
But that doesn't make me perfect. I've fallen into an addiction of blackberry brandy, and when I am intoxicated from such drink, my actions are uncharted. Your mother seems to think that my so-called "drinking problem" is affecting my personality and in return, our relationship. I don't doubt your mom cheats on me from time to time so I don't get why she is so stingy with me whenever I go out for a little fun. Honestly. the lines that define our relationship have become hazy. I just want you to let your mother know that I still have very deep feelings for her and I'll make up as many fictional histories as she wants.
Unfortunately, your mom (aka yo' mum after our visit to the UK) is a very jealous person. She refuses my proposals to marriage and never lets me meet other people. Sometimes while i am alone, I wonder if being with her is worth the pain I feel when she chooses other drinking buddies to go out with. But when I hear her beautiful slurred voice coming out of the phone in the garbled mess I've come to love, I realize it is all worth it.
But that doesn't make me perfect. I've fallen into an addiction of blackberry brandy, and when I am intoxicated from such drink, my actions are uncharted. Your mother seems to think that my so-called "drinking problem" is affecting my personality and in return, our relationship. I don't doubt your mom cheats on me from time to time so I don't get why she is so stingy with me whenever I go out for a little fun. Honestly. the lines that define our relationship have become hazy. I just want you to let your mother know that I still have very deep feelings for her and I'll make up as many fictional histories as she wants.