Well the first week of my summer certainly didn\’t turn out to be all that great. There\’s really not much to compensate for a deceased grandmother and a summer flu. So, week one gets a letter grade of:
F
The Summer of Steve
‘Cause how you get there is the worthier part.
You can only go up from here, pal. What do you think of going up to Winstar and getting some table BlackJack practice? Eh?
When? Right now I feel like warmed over ass with this flu.
I\’m sorry, Steve. I\’m here if you wanna talk.
awwwww you\’re the best.