2019-08-09 - No Television

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : What do you listen to?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Little bit of everything.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : That's a bullshit answer.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : How about this...

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : What do you keep coming back to lately?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : It's a true answer. Want a more specific answer, ask a more specific question. 😛

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R5H7kQQqURQ

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I did just that, didn't I? 😛

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : https://youtu.be/sD72LbIk02M

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : https://youtu.be/FkFVMDlcJF8

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : You need to let me watch 'em first. <3

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : (Don't stop.)

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : https://youtu.be/bR5u9jb0PJE

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Why these?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Why not?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I mean, I see the pattern, the fuck you Sparrow Jones, I do like everything.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Nah. You asked what I'd been coming back to recently. Just started going through some of the ones I've played the most recently.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : There's no rhyme or reason to it, though I suppose a shrink might find one.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Fair. But more specific question: what do they make you feel?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Not studying psychology, promise.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : You sure?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Psychotropics, psychedelics. Not psychology.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : I dig Eagleson's voice. He makes me want to lie in a hammock and listen to him sing and play while I doze and daydream. Shakey Graves, I guess makes me want to get up and move, when I'm feeling restless.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Yeah, I like that one best. Shakey Graves. If we're digging into heads: perpetually restless.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : And I like his voice. Other guy's too, but there's a keen gravel in this one.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I dunno. You know what I mean.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : High Enough? Addictions of various kinds, some worse than others, people, feelings. Wanting to get lost in something/someone. Desire? Hunger.. need.. want, raw, animalistic.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Yeah. I know what you mean.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Itchy business.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : What are you craving lately?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Now.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Right now? A double whopper with cheese and to be home.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Where are you?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Seattle.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Why?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Had a route to run.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Half your wishlist is doable.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : It's an overnighter. Got a shipment to bring back in the morning. Tht's what I do. I drive trucks.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Do you like it?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Sure. Lot of time to write music in my head. Listen to audio books. Not have to deal with an office or coworkers.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : You ever stray from your route to see a little more of the world?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Sometimes. Depends on if I can make up the time so I'm not late.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Like what?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Stopped by some caverns in Virginia once that had a boat in it that you could take down through this underground river. That was pretty sweet.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Knew I liked you.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I never got as far as Virginia. Maybe next time.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : There's also a Mexican restaurant in Boulder that's all done up inside like a two-story village, with an arcade in a little market square, and a big old cliff waterfall you can sit behind, and every so often, cliff divers dive off of it into the pool below.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Yeah, but how's the food?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Not bad, actually. Not the best I've had, but decent.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : How many states have you visited?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Shit, I dunno. Most of them? If driving through them counts.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Kinda counts. Counts enough.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Never been to the Dakotas, Montana, Idaho, Wyoming, Nebraska, Minnesota, or Mississippi. I think I've hit all the other ones..

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : We'll make sure to hit all of those on our first tour then.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Oh, and haven't been to Alaska or Hawaii.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Do we have to?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : 😃

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Well, no. Because, obviously, we're going to Hawaii instead.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : We'll do our whole tour there.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Alright. I'm down with that.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Do you like panna cotta?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : I have no idea what that is.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : We'll fix that.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Alright.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : It's like... wobbly custard.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Isn't all custard kinda wobbly?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Like a flan?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Yes and yes. But Italian.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I appreciate your fortitude for random interrogation.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Just staring at the ceiling in the motel.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Nice to talk instead.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Does your room not have a television?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Busted. Too lazy to call them to fix it.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Good.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Good?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Rather keep your attention here 😉

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Well, you've got it.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Why don't you go out and get that double with cheese?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : The laziness that pervasive?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : You know not the breadth and depth of my laziness right now.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I do not. Perpetually restless, remember?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : I remember.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : I don't want to drive anymore. Shoulda stopped before I got to the motel. Now that I'm down, I don't wanna get up.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Need a minion.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Burger minion.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : What are you up to?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : You don't think harassing you is taking up the entirety of my attention?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : You're restless. You could be multitasking.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Working on a playlist. Fretting over my fall electives. Sketching out a rough design for ... probably breaking the terms of my lease.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Planning a roadtrip.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : I knew you weren't just texting me.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Checking for responses to the ad I posted for a bassist.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : What sorta playlist?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : You do have a lot of my attention. Most of it.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : What are your electives?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : How are you going to break your lease? And why?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : And where you going?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Two playlists. One's for a party. So just fluffy ass shaking nonsense. Which is some of my favorite nonsense.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : But there's an itch for another. Rougher. It hasn't really taken hold yet. Few songs scraping against each other.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : https://youtu.be/6vZt2SICKlM

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Only have room for one elective. Deciding between ethics or art. Or something bullshit like yoga or kickboxing.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : I don't have any playlists. I just have a massive jumble of everything dumped into one.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I like to take people where I want them to go.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Requires some care.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : If it's between ethics and art.. Art. Between yoga or kickboxing. Kickboxing.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Might break my lease by painting walls. Basement and bedroom at least. More if I can get away with it.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Why would that break the lease? Can't you just paint it back when you leave?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : And yeah, that's what I'm thinking too.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : House is technically still up for sale?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : So it needs to be showable.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Oh.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Could be sold right out from under us at any minute! I like to keep life exciting.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : But fuck, honey, it is worth it.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I love this place.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Should see my room 😉

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : It's a cool place.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : As to where? Down the coast. Hitting all the kitsch. As much weird as I can cram into a three day trip.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Sounds like fun.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Should be. Alfie needs a little freedom. A little not here. It's within my skillset.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Sounds like it. 🙂

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : https://youtu.be/QCuUXsntDlk

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I have a scientific question.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I'm a scientist. FYI.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Alright?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : When you are on the road, alone in your motel room, what do you sleep in?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Same thing I always sleep in. Nothing.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Even in the dead of winter?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : That's what comforters are for.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : See? Knew you were smarter than you let on.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : And if I'm lucky, company.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I have no doubt you are a lucky man.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Sometimes.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : More science.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : You ever been in love?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Yes.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Are you still?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Yes.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Is it reciprocated?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : I think so.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Good. That makes me happy.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : We're not together, though.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : No?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Nope.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Why not?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Sometimes life just doesn't work out that way.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : What about you? You in love?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Maybe.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : You don't know?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I am.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Is it reciprocated?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Itchy business.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Yeah.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Good. 🙂

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Yeah.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : You know that doesn't get you out of future makeouts, right?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : No?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Nope.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : They don't mind?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : They don't mind.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : You're gonna have to tell me to back off if you need me to back off.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : For the sake of our working relationship.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : I think our working relationship will survive future makeouts.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Good.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Cuz you're pretty good at that.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : You're not half bad yourself.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I could use more practice.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : More science.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : More practice never hurts.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : How do you feel about strip poker?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : So much science, tonight.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Hey, I'm getting my degree in science. I gotta practice THAT too.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Could be fun.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Never tried?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Nah. I've played poker, but let's just say the atmosphere was not the sort where anyone was about to take their clothes off.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : So... a Guy Ritchie movie?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : :laughing: Not too far off.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Kinda turned on. Kinda concerned.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : I was fine. I wasn't the one who owed anyone money.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Your brother?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Joey? Nah. He didn't owe anyone any money either.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Ooh, that's almost worse. Pretty sure that makes you an extra. Expendable. I'm glad you got out before the tilt.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Don't worry. I made it out unscathed.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Feel like maybe I should check for scars next time just to verify.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : You have any ink?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Oh, I have scars, just not from that.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Not dissuading me from my inspection.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : And yeah, I have some ink.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I know this'll be better hands on, too, but what why and where?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I don't need the full book. Pick a page.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : All who wander are not lost, left hip. Got that when my mom died. Was one of her favorite quotes.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Not all who wander are lost.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : And no, I didn't have to check. I just remembered it backwards. 😛

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Tell me you just peeked--oh damn.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Can I be a little weird at you?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Sure.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : What I like about that is the placement. I don't know how much you thought about it. But I think about these things maybe too much.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Low, near your root chakra. Foundation.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : And left. Which is where we keep our past.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : We move forward to the right.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : In our culture, anyway.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Really didn't think about any of that, since I know nothing about chakras.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I know just enough to tell people how well they did placing their tattoos 😉

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : If I were smoother, I'd claim it was intentional.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I mean, there's a smoothness in letting me sound slick 😉

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Truth is I just thought the size of it and the way she curved the text fit there the best.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Which is probably way more practical than my spooky-fu.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Heh. That's not all that weird, though.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Curious about where your weird threshold is now.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Kinda wanna see if I can get there.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : You can try.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Gimme a waypoint.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Nah. That'd ruin the challenge.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : :laughing: Fine.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Damnit. Gimme a sec.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I got nothing. It's gonna have to happen organically.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : S'alright. I'm not going anywhere.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Shouldn't you be sleeping? When do you get back on the road?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Trying to get rid of me?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Not that I want you to go just so that I can hide my shame at not being capable of summoning spontaneous weirdness or anything. No. Why would you think that? :flushed:

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : I mean, I can go. Pretty sure I could sleep if I tried.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I'd rather you didn't.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Alright. Then I've got a little while, yet.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Alright. So.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Sometimes.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : When I'm tripping.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : And just, like... not so gone that I'm disconnected from physical reality but still deep in it, ya know?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I like to stand naked in front of a mirror and just make faces at myself.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Man, I do that sober.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Yeah, but it's way different on acid.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Like funhouse mirror different?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : It's this... like...

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : No.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I mean. Yes. But.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Like face melting different?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : It's like connecting with yourself in this weird way.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Like all that puddy is you.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : So I am one with my silly-puttiness different

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Yeah.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Sure, I can see that.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : I've never done acid.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Leaves us pretty close to the shore then. Hrm.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Do you wanna?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : I'd try it. I'll try most things once. Maybe twice.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : That is a very fine philosophy.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Weirdest sex thing you've ever tried?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Weirdest? Hm.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : This is not a suspicious question.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Went to one of those BDSM events where a buddy of mine got like.. vaccuum sealed into this like.. coccoon thing.. but I didn't do that personally. I did get covered in liquid latex once though, and tearing it off was part of the whole foreplay.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Did you like it?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : The liquid latex? It was kind of neat. Not sure it really turned me on, but the guy I was with at the time liked it.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Did you like that? How he liked it?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Well, sure. That was sort of the point. 😉

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I dunno. Coulda been random experimentation 😛

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Also: nonstraightness = hot af

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Done plenty of that. But nothing super like crazy weird.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : What qualifies as super crazy weird?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Oh man, like.. dudes who wear diapers and shit like that. /That/ is beyond my weird limit.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Thank you. <3

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Got some sort of a roadmap now.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Haha.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Okay, well there you go. You have a Do Not Enter sign on my weird highway.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Now that I've got my marker, do I shoot for it and see how it lands or stay safe in he still wants to make out with me territory?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Shoot for that particular marker?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Nah. We know that one. It's not mine. We share that sign.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : :thumbsup:

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : But maybe I've got something that could be close.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Go for it.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : I admit I'm curious.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I have peed on a pretty girl's face. More than once.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Same girl, though. Not more than one girl.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : I mean, not my thing. But I'm not going to freak out or anything.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : But have I hit weird?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I'm working toward something here, handsome.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Yeah, I'd quantify that as weird.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : You're so sweet. <3

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : :laughing:

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : And talking sciency.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : So what are you working toward?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Quantify.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Just that induction into weirdness.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Feel like you set a challenge a while back.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Backing down is not my strong suit.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Nothing wrong with that. And I did, sort of.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Congratulations 🙂

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : You hit weird.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Making me blush.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Feel like I should confess something.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Why's that?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Which might undermine my weird status slightly.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Well, I won't tell.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Okay.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I really like making out. No frills. No weird. Just kissing and groping. The classics.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Nothing wrong with that.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : If you couldn't tell, so do I.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I dunno...

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I thought maybe you liked getting girls worked up and then leaving 'em.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Nah. I really did have to go pick up Joey.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I'm glad you were able to make it by FWIW

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Me, too.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Kinda... feeling things. Didn't realize how much I want this until we were down there.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : What do you like to play? I get that you're versatile. But what makes you happy?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Happy? Something with some soul, some heart in it. I like playing acoustic. Bluesy kind of stuff. Stuff that'll make you move, and dance, but stuff that'll also make you get lost in the memoryof something, or someone.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : I guess that's a few things all jumbled together.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I dunno if I can do that.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Not asking you to.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : I do that on my own, for me. Playing with a band's different. I like the challenge of doing something else.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Maybe I like the challenge of doing something else too.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Well, maybe you can give something else a try sometime.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : We can always play around with different sounds, find the one that we both like the most.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Plus, I won't be offended if you and Runa find someone else you'd rather play with if we don't find something.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Kinda set on you.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Runa's been MIA.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Not that I'm saying not her.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Just that you're the one feeding this feeling.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Then we'll just have to fiddle around, try some different things out, see what shakes loose.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : But.. I gotta crash now. It's getting late, and I got a long route tomorrow before I end up back in town.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : You're gonna have to come by when you're back in town.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : I'll text you.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Thanks for keeping me company tonight. :kissing_heart:

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Yeah. Same. Nitenite. 😴