I am not a jealous man, but my heart beats like one and my hands shake like one and god ****** my eyes see like one; I am not a jealous man. Tell Aaron. Tell Erik. Tell Kyle. You’re ******* beautiful and I know it and they know it and it seems like these days you’re the only one that doesn’t. I’m not one to be gentle with my words, you should know that by now. But I am careful with them. I dream—real fantasies—about knocking these guys out because they look at you like I used to or flirt with you like I used to or buy your ******* fries like I used to when I was there but now I’m not. Just please don’t forget that I did those things first and I’ll do them again. I am not a jealous man. I am not a jealous man. I am not a jealous man. I am not a jealous man. I am not a jealous man. I am not a jealous man. I am not a jealous man. I am not a jealous man. I am not a jealous man. I am not a jealous man. I am not a jealous man. I am not a jealous man. I am not a jealous man. I am not a jealous man. I am not a jealous man. I am not a jealous man. I am not a jealous man. I am not a jealous man. I am not a jealous man. I am not a jealous man. I am not a jealous man. I am not a jealous man. I am not a jealous man. I am not a jealous man. I am not a jealous man. I am not a jealous man. I am not a jealous man. See you Friday.