Found this while rummaging through some old files and folders. I must've been about fifteen when I wrote this. I guess things haven't really changed all that much since then; in some ways, I think I'm more like myself now than I was a year or two ago, only less suspicious of sentiment; more vulnerable to joy - a little more argumentative, perhaps a little more impatient. I care about more people than I did back then, while caring less about the people I shouldn't. Somehow, I'm glad this letter is unfinished; I think it says more this way
I swear tons. No need to be judgmental :P
ReplyDeleteYou're on a slippery slope, my friend. First it's swearing - then you start wearing sunglasses, then you begin listening to ACDC - and then the next thing you know you're selling stolen hubcaps on the side of the street to finance a raging heroin addiction whilst trying (unsuccessfully) to father several illegitimate children. You have to stop this madness now
ReplyDeleteI might need more practice fathering illegitimate children. You know me, perfectionism. They have to be the ultimate posse of bastards.
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