My cousin James, is turning Chinese. See? I miss you man, a lot. While Drex and I printed across from each other at the Street today, I let slip a small, "I miss James". Water is still rising, so is my missing. I am glad you dominated in S.K.A.T.E. Obviously you would, you are a giant, wooden plank of a man with noodle legs and a heart of gold.
Come home alive and preferably soon. No car wrecks, aneurisms, broken limbs or denge fever allowed. Only Yellow Fever and a Chinese baby hidden in your backpack for me. Want to have an impromptu family gathering of two in Montreal in August? Okay. We will ride our bicycles with bagels stuck in one cheek.
I miss you.
I miss my Chinese guy cousin James.