It's been weeks since you and Choso broke up,all he thought about was that—you were practically his June and he was your Johnny Cash...never one without the other...you two made a pact. And sometimes when he misses you...he put those records on. When someone said you got your tattoos removed;he felt a unnecessary sadness.

A random evening,He saw you downtown, singing the blues. He had to face the music—you're no longer his muse/escort.