(Repost) To Kyle

Last Call. Penniless. Two sisters looking for some "to go" beers, a ride home after a night of debauchery. Oh, Kyle, you shouldn't have pulled that $20 out of your wallet, but you did and regret soon followed.

I truly appreciate you buying us that six pack so that my sister and I could continue drinking after the bar closed. I also appreciate the fact that when you told us that you would give us a ride home in your truck, sans extended cab, that you didn't object to dropping off the cook, Bones, on the way. (Who my sister and I promised a ride home earlier in the night even though we didn't have a ride home ourselves.) Many thanks for the White Castle cheesesticks and fries. It's unfortunate that you ran out of money and were not able to get anything at White Castle for yourself, as french fries at 4am are quite delicious.

Did you find it as exhilarating as we did when we were cruising down MLK, jamming to your cassette single of Anthrax/Public Enemy's "Bring The Noise", and, despite you asking us not to smoke in the truck, we did anyway and I dropped a lit cigarette under the seat? You had to pull over in a shady part of town to look for it, tres exciting. We could have been killed or, at the least carjacked. Danger. Intrigue. That would have never happened if you hadn't met us minutes before the bar closed and flashed some cash.

When we finally made it to my apartment, you seemed, especially by the way you parked, that you were expecting and even entitled to an invitation to come upstairs and drink the beers you bought. Alas, this would not happen. My sister and I quickly grabbed the beers and skipped off into the night, pulling a locked security door behind us.

I'm sort of sorry, but Kyle, at the end of the day....you can't cheat an honest man and rap is not afraid of you.