Punk Rock Life without BMF
I slept late, did not really want to wake up. That feels strange since I like to get up early. It’s still beautiful here at the big green punk rock house at the end of the road. Johnny is still here. He’s still your little buddy. He moves a lot slower but still loves begging for food. I found his BMF collar this week. All this sorting is pretty overwhelming. I noticed one of your shelves in the shed was disarranged. It freaked me! So irrational. I found photos and fixed it. But something is missing. I will find it eventually. I still make a full pot of coffee every day. I don’t want to learn new proportions. Maxwell House is good. Reminds me of us. I’m not crying. Just missing you so bad.
