This is a short story that I wrote after I broke up with my girlfriend. It must be in 1994 or 1995, I don’t remember anymore. It’s a fiction short story that draws from my real experiences in live; I’m not sure if I can call this a fiction. The name Arny is very similar to my mother’s name (Erni). However, it wasn’t taken from her name. As I was writing this, I was a fan of TV series Roseanne. Her real husband (was also in the series for a while) name was Arny. Somehow, I just picked that name. The similarity of the name with my mother’s is totally coincidence.