For Ray

I'm often reserved to Mr. Morgan's best friend, I went to thinking tonight of his good qualities that don't involve me cleaning the piss stains around his toilet when they moved out of the place before Mr. Morgan shacked up with me.

He can seriously play the fuck out of a piano. Is taking lessons, but below is something he can do without hesitation and I do pause at that beauty. Not redeemed, never will for what he said to me at my wedding party.... but I appreciate talent, no matter if it's a jerk who owns that special ability. Talent is talent, he's god damned good and can play this without looking. Other songs too, but it's a favorite that I heard him belt. Yes, he does sing, but not in front of me. It's been five years Ray, let's just both acknowledge that we are stuck together in a Mr. Morgan Sandwitch. Not so hard, you are ok, but shouldn't have said what you did and an apology won't ever fix it, I expected his father to raise a brow, not you, he isn't yours anymore, so let's us move on. So five years, I'm starting to get over it, you were mean, but I am mean so it could be a wash. You have mad talent, and no access to my blog, thus ... this was for me.

I don't dislike Ray, I dislike his resentment that I married his friend, who is crazy happy. In the last few years he's come around and been quite nice to me, but I am a grudge carrier. A silent sneaky one. First impressions .... ack. That said, he is very talented and loyal to Mister, so... for whatever reason tonight... Go Ray.



-DM