My bowling club worked it out.

So I had a private tonight.

Sweet.

How are you, Victor?

Watch the times I thought about.

If I ran into you what I might say or do Here I am.

Hit me.

I couldn't take it.

That's in the best.

Fuck you acts.

You think every time you take a meeting or take a shit, It's deep and filled with wisdom.

But you made a mistake letting me go.

You cut me, but you cut yourself worse in the process.

You're not wrong, Victor.

You were collateral damage.

I regretted it really briefly every few moments after which surprised me.

You did this soft.

I came all the way out here.

Victor, on the recommendation of a dear friend.

Look at you.

What do you see?

A man who stuck in a boutique for a glorified day trader making good money, but not as good as it used to be.

But that's not the sticky part.

You can't be who you are.

And it's ripping you up bit by bit.

What do you have?

What do you want?