Originally posted on 08/31/2014:
I feel like a heavyset southern mother finding out her baby boy is OK after running away. I wanna swat you with a spatula on those cheeks but all I find myself doing is hugging and kissing you while praising the lord Jesus Christ.
We have a lot of a ace detectives here...so if there was any trace of banishment or hints of departure it would've been found soon enough. But you were a cold case...untraceable...a whisper in the wind...a deafening silence...and any other cool poetic sounding thing you can think of.