Pride fills me up kind of like the way you fill me up time after time day after day except when you’re not there but then I suppose the memory of you fills me up in a slightly less full kind of way because you’re quite simply wonderful and then you drop your wallet reminding me and everyone else that you sir yes you sir are nowhere near perfect which brings me significant disbelief yet I revel in the fact that I am thankful thankful for something anything that shines a light upon your moronic tendencies and as the train pulls away I sit and marvel at how grateful I am for a bittersweet end to a wonderful day.