I didn't know you, possum. But if I did I think we would've made great friends.
Sure, I do like to think that you had rabies and in a way I did a good thing by abruptly ending your life when I was heading home from a concert late last night, but you were a possum and that means something. In my defense, I first thought you were a plastic bag or some piece of garbage out on the road.
Although I am secretly relieved you weren't something cuter like a cat, dog, or even any other rodent, I can't help but feel sorry for you.
I'm sorry possum. But I have to ask, what were you thinking when you were out there on Imperial Highway? You must've seen me from about a mile away. How could you be so blind?
Just so you know, it's been a rough year for all of us, and this loss is one more to add to the list. On the bright side I will see to it that you'll forever be remembered as a great actor, and who knows, maybe you'll get an Oscar come award season.
Isn't that the greatest gift of all? I mean, besides life? Because I certainly can't give you that one back. No siree. My car jumped about a half-foot into the air when you met your demise.
I just don't want you to think I wasn't affected in all this. I remember the moment just before we first met. Beth yelled "It's a POSSUM!!!" and I screamed too while desperately trying to maneuver around you and slamming my foot down on the accelerator. Good times.
Well, I suppose now we should part ways. Farewell my friend. You will be missed...
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