Cookie;4:01am

c’mon, man, don’t be like that. i know i haven’t been the most responsible as of late. i know it seems like i’ve been lazy and slacking off, but c’mon, man, don’t be like that.

do you honestly think that i would pull something like that on you? you of all people? YOU? c’mon, cookie. you should know me better. you should know i would never do something like that, especially to your ass.

there’s a reason why i’ve vocally pronounced you as my best friend time and time again, in drunkeness and in sobriety, sucker. because it’s true. because i genuinely like you and because i can’t help but love your dumb ass. even when you come at me with ridiculous accusations fo usery in the name of making money.

if i was going to take advantage of you, don’t you think i would’ve done so by now and for a shit load more money? don’t you think i would’ve gotten you to sign something over to me that would’ve ballooned into something substantial sometime in the 20 years we’ve known each other? you know me. you know i could, but i couldn’t with you.

you have to trust someone in this life, cookie and i think i’ve been around long enough, had your back when no one else did, literally carried you to work, and stayed on the phone until you couldn’t stand my jokes anymore, to prove i would never betray you for anyone or anything.

don’t say shit like you said today. that’s just wrong. and you know i’m right.

you got into this business to make money. i got into this business because i wanted to prove friends can work together. we can both be right. you just got to trust me like i trust you.

now, god damn it, let’s go have some fucking lunch tomorrow and move the fuck on, shall we?