It’s been a long day. Hell, it’s been a long week, and for the first time I faced what I think is the most horrifying thing that any man can face. That is the possibility of a world where you’re not in it. And maybe it is silly and unrealistic of me to feel this way, but damn, how could not miss you? Even when I’m half drunk. Well, especially when I’m half drunk, which is not the case right now, if you were wondering; but I do miss you almost as if I was. Yes, I might be some kind of fucked up man talking to the moon in the hopes that she answers, but hey, at least I always see your face pictured on her; maybe that’s why the moon has been brighter than ever.