I WISH I KNEW HOW TO GET THROUGH TO YOU BUT IM FILLED WITH THE CRIPPLING FEAR THAT YOU DON'T FEEL THE SAME WAY I DO, AND I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TALK TO YOU BUT ALL I KNOW IS THAT YOU'RE ON YOUR 10TH SHOT OF WHISKEY AND IM ON MY FOURTH JOINT AND NEITHER OF US IS OKAY