over a barrel

i was talking with my friend, mike schey, not too long ago; we discussed old times, like our tendency to call each other right after the other one has had sex. this time was an exception.

he discovered an archive of old emails that i had written, unread in an email account he abandoned.







listen up, people, if you don't read your emails on an account you never touch, delete the damn thing. otherwise, i'm going to keep sending emails to it- every day. or on your birthday. or until you call me to tell me you found a treasure filled with leahmails.