Why?

A little bit of wine is all it takes to slow me down and force a check on perspectives.

So I guess we aren't really friends.

That's rather saddening. No call, no notification. You expect service when you want it. But I went out of my way to prepare and you couldn't even be fucked to send me a simple message that you both weren't gonna come.

But that's okay. I have always went out of my way.

But not anymore...

You lost a fan.