It was the 50s and lately Dallas has been think about his best friend, you more and more. He’s been thinking about him in ways he shouldn’t but he just can’t stop. He can’t be thinking like this. He’s a man not some pansy. He gets with as many girls as he can in hopes he can forget about you but none of these girls are really you. He’s talking to you about his latest break up.

“I don’t know man I guess she was just some dumbass broad like the others..” He said while he lit his cigarette