You. Complete. Me.

I think there's been a huge misunderstanding here... And when I say mis-understanding I mean that perhaps we're so ready to pummel Shawn's ass with a traffic pylon that we're not stopping to understand WHY Shawn does the assholish things he does.

Well I've thought about it. I think that Shawn thinks I don't care.

:( awwww.

Well, I do care Shawn, I care a lot.
I care that you were brought up in a beat-down shack somewhere south of hick hell, had no decent clothes for school and went without school lunches most days.

I care that you were picked on because you wore THOSE glasses.

I care that your dad kicked the shit out of your mother... And that your mother whored herself to steal you away to the Pacific Northwest in the middle of the night where you and your sister could be safe from mid-night fondling sessions courtesy of your uncle.

I also care that your mother cleans hotel rooms for a living... and she's white.

I care that you lived at home until you got married, and still are dealing with your (detachment) Oedipus complex to this day when you visit her every evening.

I care that you loved a Real Doll for a good years worth of time and that you bathed her tenderly in the bathtub when she was "used".

I care that you have erectile dysfunction.

I care that you have mild brain damage and have difficulty with your cognitive response.

I care that you are married to a wonderful woman who has no idea you have a child waiting for "daddy" to come visit somewhere in mid-America.

I care that your wife likes it when I eat her pussy in the back of your new car.

I care that she squeals and curls her toes and tells me she's glad she's bi and we're the best of girlfriends.

Lastly, I care that you are so into me that you have to attack any man that shows interest in me other than how "neat" I move.

I care that you've been the only person in the entire planet that I have actually considered sleeping with and have not.

I care that you think that I think it's okay for you be such an asshole but it's an illness you can't control.

I care a lot, Shawn. I do.

You're my buddy... Like a little brother... the little retarded brother that finally learned how to use the fork.

I don't want to be angry.... I want to give you a big hug. Because I understand all of the above makes you the person you are today. The angry, bitter, sad sad man that is you....

To show you how very much I feel for you and how neat I think it is that even after you gang-banged my email boxes yesterday.... I decided to dedicate a song to you to show you just how I feel.... still....

Cause buddy, I just can't put it in words.