No date. Excerpted.

Call me Ishmael. If you are reading this letter I’m either dead or in college.

I swear the stamp is my RA’s.

I miss everyone back home, you especially. Nothing in this world is quite like conversing with a member of the opposite sex that stimulates you intellectually.

My only advice to you is to take a deep breathe and remember that comedy is easier on the heart then drama.

PS: Never laugh underwater.


Been trying to meet you.
Must be the devil, between us,
or whores in my head
whores at the door
whores in my bed, but
have you
If you go, I will surely die.
We’re chained.