My pirate [and I use the term "my" loosely...um very loosely] is sailing his way out of the Cornfield and out of my life (um, well whatever you would call our flirtation/interaction of the past) for good. Drk, having been planted in the Cornfield for X amount of years is finally fleeing. This has nothing to do with me and my scheming ways [I don't think] and it has everything to do with his burgeoning career in a band. I can't say I'm heartbroken, because I'm not...plus that would be weird. But I will put it out there that I feel like a part of the Cornfield is being dismantled and hauled away without my permission. Oh and I still haven't figured out how to give him his stupid shirt back and I think he's done working at thitwbar for good. So unless I suck it up and go to his house, it looks like I've just inherited a really awesome shirt that I made for someone else and I think that depresses me almost more than him leaving.