To the heedless:
Oh, how kind of the friends of mine for 5 years or so, leave me to be an absent thought. These bona fide chums; true winners they are. Loyal to the very end, unless you schedule plans, or count on their support. How gracious I am to be treated second-rate. BAH! My friends have sent their sense of decency to Davy Jones Locker. Oh don't you scoff at me, you'll do it again. I get no compassion, except from a little kitty and Miss Lucke. And I do attribute this forgetfulness to a smoldering bowl of grass. Maybe I should consider myself a hermit once more. Wake me up when the villagers bare their torches and hoes.