Still Riding With Them Fellas Down That Unknown Road

Right. K-Luv is back at it. Good. I thought he died on me. I admire him. I miss him. He is, no matter how bad at correspondence he is, my most cherished friend. So go click his shit and read up. Every word he says is gospel.
I saw Batman last night. It's pretty fucking good.
I saw her today. I haven't seen her in close to two years. I'm on the phone with Ruck in a grocery store. I see her from the side. Stops me dead in my tracks. I follow, because I am dumb. Amazing. She is beautiful. Why did we break up? Oh yeah, meth. She also tried to stab me, but I can let that slide. She is really something. I can't make out a word Ruck says as I follow her, wondering if I ever appreciated her for what she is rather than what I thought she was. The shape of her shoulders, waist, legs and neck...perfect. I haven't missed her until now. She stops and starts to turn around. I am befuddled. What the fuck am I going to do? What will I say? "I'm going to have to call you back dude." Click. It isn't her. Thank fucking Christ. She is the spitting image of her sans face. My heart breaks. This woman didn't try to stab me. This woman didn't leave for months on end while trafficking meth across the country. This woman didn't make me miserable for years. This woman just reminded me of her. I hope she rots in hell for it.