#19, Rob.

Rob. You were so good at making my best friend sad. You would bounce around the corner, with your big smile squinching up your eyes, blonde curls springing and sproinging. Your tiny (deaf) dog Rosebird, was always right behind. You knew everyone, and everyone knew you. You were everybody's friend. Only, you didn't know how to treat people who actually cared about you, and it would hurt them to hell. I watched, time and time again, as you broke her heart. But you were so damned nice to the rest of the world. Apparently, you were an excellent painter, and a recovering alcoholic who finally fell off the wagon. Sometimes you still call her in the middle of the night, and i wonder who the hell you really are.