It was a nice sunny day in California as I watched the palm trees swing back and forth from my headquarter's window. I had just returned from a celebration in Detroit where Lucrezia had the honor of achieving Godfather. During my stay I had some time to sit down with SpikeS and talk for a few. Him and I both knew it was just a short matter of time before Palerider would lose interest in me having a family of his own.

Knowing SpikeS was close to FayeValentine, I had to know what he thoughts we on a way to win her heart back after leaving her for Palerider. We shared a short conversation over scotch where he recommended I write Faye a short song and sing it to him publicly. The poem that I had written and read to people in the streets had worked so well with winning over Palerider.

So here I was approaching the front door of the headquarters knowing Faye would soon arrive home from one of her extravagant shopping sprees. I had Whoreable adjust my tie to make sure I was prepared for my leap of fate. Just then as I opened the door I could see her car had already arrived and before I even had another moment to think I was on the front steps belting out to my love.

 

For all the times that you let me and Pale ruin your parade
And all the pubs you've extorted using my name
I think I broke your heart, oh, Faye for goodness sake
Pale is gone and girl.. well, I ain't

 

SpikeS told me I'd better write a song
'Cause I didn't want anyone thinking I still care about PaleRider. I don't,
But he still pays the mayor off
And Pale, I've been moving on
And I think this should be something I don't ever wanna hold back,
Faye this is why you should know that!

 

My old Godfather and I like you, but you been ignoring everyone
And I'd never like to admit that I wrote this song
but I've been so caught up cops,
I Didn't see what's going on
But now I know,
I'm better sleeping off this blow.

The deed had been done, and even though I was sweating bullets, I could hear my right hand Whoreable laughing hysterically in the background.

"That is what you been cooped up in your office all after noon doing", she asked? 

Wow.

Just...Wow.

Palerider should be...thankful?  Um...I mean, depressed.  

Impressive as usual.  I'm sure this, um, song took copious amounts of scotch to finish.  I see California is making an impression on you.  Oh, and tell Palerider that Black Rock is here with shoulders to cry on if he needs them.