Not like physically, "I need a piece of ass" lonely. Actually, I don't do too badly. More like...lonely. Don't take that the wrong way, just being Pete is damn fine, more so every day; it only took three years, but I'm starting to remember how to do this shit again. But it's a beautiful night, really the first nice spring night this year. And I'm pounding away on this keyboard because there's nobody home.
Heh. Just when I'm starting to enjoy riding solo again, I get all weepy and domestic. What the fuck.