David.

June.

Summer’s here. She told me she’d be good to me this year. Only if I was good too. She told me I gotta go to school this time around though. I really don’t want to, but I gotta do what I gotta do I guess. She told me to make some goals. So I got a few. Summer told me she’ll be good to me this year, ‘cause I told her I’ll be good to her. So yea, as the kids say: let’s get it poppin’. Wuddup June.