Went to my ex-girlfriend's art exhibition ... hot, cool, rebellious, confused. Walked in, her dog gave me a thousand kisses (as if to say, "Where WERE you this whole time?!") Been gone. She led me through the paintings, and the whole time that song from Morrissey was running (see previous blog) "You have killed me ... you have killed me." She had it on repeat, 6 or seven times in a row. Barely inaudible, but it was there. Yeah, I get the point. Hey, babe - do you think you were the ONLY ONE with a broken heart when I left?? Peace, -Todd