• She, as in the best friend of a drug abuser, was troubled. Her friend, as in the drug abuser, did not come back from his nightly rendezvous with the drug dealer. She called him several times but each ended with her own voice: "Hey, obviously, Mr. Grumpy not here so go die somewhere....Ha-ha, I'm just kidding, leave him message and don't bother leaving your number because, see, Mr. Grumpy here, have this little thing called caller ID.". That was one of the better days. She has recorded for him when they were at one of their random outings that he always initiate. Oh, how she wished she could be in those days again, the days where everything was simple and life was just about being alive. Days where they could lay on the grass and stare up at the starry sk--
     
    "Girlfriend now
    I have a girlfriend now
    No way, no how'd
    I get a girlfriend, now?
    Well from here on forth,
    I’m yours.

    And even if your whisper eats my ear,
    Your voice shall be the only song I long to hear
    And even if your fear the end,
    Our sacrament of salmon and Irish beer
    Will still be here

    Girlfriend now
    I have a girlfriend now
    No way, no how'd
    I get a girlfriend, now?

    Girlfriend now
    I have a girlfriend now
    No way, no how
    She’s my girlfrie—" 
     
    "Hello, Mr. Grumpy? Where are you? Do you know what ti— "
     
    "Ma'am, I am not Mr. Grumpy, but does this Grumpy person happen to be one Jack Simmer?"
     
    "This is not funny Jack."
     
    "Ma'am this is not a joke, do you happen to know a Jack Simmer?"
     
    "Uh, yes, he's my best friend."
     
    "Then I'm sorry to inform you that your friend, Jack, was found dead two hours ago at an abandoned warehouse. It seem like he died of overdosing? Did you know about it, ma'am? Ma'am? Ma'a--"
     
    She hang up the phone then, wishing that that was a cruel, twisted joke that Jack played on her and that he's right outside the door with flowers for her birthday. But no, it was reality, and so she ran into the room adjacent to her own and gathered the bundle of blankets in her arms. Cradling, she lowered her head and muttered to the breathing bundle.
     
    "He's gone, Jackie, Daddy's gone."