ELTON FREAKIN’ JOHN DAY!
I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I can’t breathe. I can’t think.
Put a fork in me. He’s in this town…YARDS away from me…and he doesn’t even know that in this dark and dank and dingy basement sits his biggest fan. I’m done.
Ruby Chucks? Check. Big gay shirt? Check. Cool hat? Check. Letter? Check.
Kill me now.
Why do I continue to do this to myself?!
Oh yeah. Because I love him.
See ya real soon Rocket Man…from the 22nd row.
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