pacella:

Hey man, how’s it going? It’s been a while. We haven’t really hung out much since the days of the Blue album and Pinkerton. I feel like you owe me an apology. I don’t know what it is, but you’re just different now. Maybe the money went to your head? Maybe it was the fame? I don’t know, but something happened, and you really screwed me over.

Remember when I used to pop your music into my CD player and you would croon clever lyrics to me and my friends as we drove around town? What happened to that? Oh, I know. You met Rainn Wilson. Well, I hope you guys are having a blast together, selling your soul to Hollywood.

I’m sorry. It’s just that I miss you. Give me a call if you’d like to reunite like the old days. I’d really like that.

Love,
Megan