Today I threw in the towel and threw out all the flowers.
I threw out Pineae.
It made me sad, like throwing away all the friends that I had made and kept alive for so long.
As I stood inside the very full dumpster atop all of their undead flower bodies
I shouted my last flick-you's and very minor grievances about Bountiful,
thinking it would help me want to move back down to Provo but it did a crappy job of that.
I cried all the way home because I'm such a damn sucker for my hometown.
