"Yo, what's up man? I uh ... I don't know man, I just wanted to say that everything's cool. I'm ok now. I mean, I think. You know you'll always be funky. You can't stop being funky, but it's ah, just, ah ... you just deal with it til it comes. You deal with the humps. Take the jumps. I feel like you're an island of reality in an ocean of diarrhea. And I love you buddy. Ok. Bye."

To whom is concerned: This is not descriptive of my feelings at all, love