Dear Gas,
I left you several myspace messages, and I know you are probably like me and have alerts whenever anyone sends you a message or comment or request so I know you got each of the 12 messages I sent you, plus the 6 comments. I know that from Oakland to Los Angeles takes like 5 hours and then its about 2 hours to San Diego, so I've given you plenty of time to get home, but now I'm starting to get worried. Whenever my mommy tells me I can go outside and I'm not home before the street lights come on I know that mommy gets worried because she sat me on her lap and told me. Now I feel like mommy, because I'm worried Gas. I asked my brother to drive me up highway 5 to look to see if maybe you crashed or something, but he just punched me in the arm and called me a fag. After I finished crying I thought I might check my myspace to see if you replied but you didn't. What gives Gas? Please let me know, I'll message you again in 30 minutes after the Berenstein Bears show on pbs is over, gosh I love that show.
Your friend forever,
BFIWB