Actually, I waited him out. We sat around watching old Hanna Barbera cartoons together and drinking coco. Eventually I fell asleep and he hung himself.
Did he leave a note?
He said he was sorry for the hurt he caused me and that he never meant it. He said he was also blind and that I shouldn't worry because he never actually saw me touch myself. It was oddly comforting.
Maybe we can sell the note on eBAY. Make a few bucks and pay for a proper burial.
