Life as of late

Is good. Terribly good. Tragic. Tragically good. When I head back down I'll finish this.

405 West Phoenix

I'd love to leave you behind me like the counless miles we've traveled together.
No.
More like the dirty, yellow Sperrys I left behind at 405 West Phoenix because I didn't care enough to go back.
But, you're more like the Buckeyes hat I left behind with Rex in Ohio two years ago.

I've yet to find a hat to replace it.
And you're much more like the Classics I bought two years ago that I just can't seem to get rid of.
I've yet to leave you behind like the countless miles we've traveled together.