Morgan

You know who I miss? Morgan. I've fucked up quite a bit in my life. Mostly just errors in judgement more than pure fuck ups. But Morgan, Jesus. I fucked that all up.

Beautiful, beautiful. Natural friggin georgeous. Long reddish hair, blue eyes, tall, an athlete. I dropped the ball when I treated her like just some girl and she was savvy enough to pick up on it and then wanted nothing to do with me. And I could see the whole thing and could't blame her. It was like watching the ball after you've given up a home run and you know it - what are you going to do?

Anyway, just like that pitcher, I wish I could have that one back. A fucking gem is what she was, and 99 percent of the time, in that arena, I'm a stand up guy. But ladies and gentlemen, I screwed the pooch bigtime on that one. So, sorry. Sorry, society. And I'm sorry to you. I love you. And, If at the time I didn't have my head up my ass, I could have loved her.