Man how I wish he were mine...
I remember it like it was yesterday, July of 2003, the first band practice of my freshmen year, I met the stupidest son-of-a-bitch that it has ever been my displeasure no have known. As I entered the band room I walked through that door for the very first time and there he was, DUSTIN with that goofy-ass looking smile on his face, and that STUPID CURLY HAIR, he looked like a little Fairy Princess, man how his teeth sparkled, how his eyes glimmered in the darkness and brought the light into the unknown. Man, how I wish he were mine...sniff sniff...sob sob...