Dear Liver,

Hey, I know that we’re not on the best of terms right now, so I thought I’d drop you a line to see how everything was going. First off I do want to apologize for this weekend. I know I’m not a kid anymore and you, along with stomach and brain, have “gently” let me know that our prime partying days are behind us. I feel like every time we hang out and get “loose” it takes us longer and longer to get back on speaking terms and I think that’s partially my fault. I say partially cause Brain is a really convincing and it’s hard to say no to that guy. But I’m not writing you to point fingers, I’m trying to tell you I want you back. I swear I’ll change, I promise I won’t keep you out to all hours of the night, keeping you busy filtering this and that. But we had some good times right?? I mean last year’s Mexico trip was pretty fun, and how could you forget Century Club of ’07?

Just try to remember the good times huh?? I don’t think I can go on living without you, it feels like you’re a part of me and I wouldn’t know what to do without you. So please baby come back I promise it will be nothing but Spinach, Garlic, and Wheat germ from here on out.

Love,

Chris “you’re not Chopped in my eyes” D.