Illustration by Bob AulAt the airport, you confessed only to being hungry. I gave you money for parking. Your last words were "Stay out of trouble." I hope you find a home for your cat. I hope your mother never dies or moves, so that you always have a roof over your head. I hope she helps you find her God. I hope your band makes it so you will have something to retire from. When you think of me, remember how much I loved you, and then make sure you smoke enough pot to forget again.