Just work, little play.
Enough time to sit down and talk once in a while though.
I poke Gyama about his ex, about how they fit so well togheter, how sorry he’d be once he can’t see her no more.
We looked up ‘nagging’ in a dictionary a few hours into the night.
I know there’s a reason I do this. I’m a nice guy. Really.
As such nice guy, I wouldn’t want (my other family) to miss what I did.
(My other family, Gyama. His mom says I’m Japanese)
(I’m letting (my hair) grow, no matter what you people say)