January 13, 2006

• Dear Mickey,

  About the other night, when I gave you a hug, consider that a promise
  that I’ll be your friend forever. Even if you murder someone, I’ll help
  you hide the body.

  So the whole thing about money and shit? I wish I could fix it. I wish
  I could do something. I have grand ideas that no one believes in but
  there’s still time, right? And I wanted to say – an old cliche, I know
  - but I wanted to say: at least you’re not a paraplegic.

  Because sometimes when we don’t hear from you for a while, I think maybe you’ve gotten into a car accident and no one told us.

  But yeah,
  I just wanted to let you know that I’m a big fan of yours, and that one
  day you’ll be sitting on the beach with white sand prickling at your
  legs and there will be no care in the world until I run over and dump
  seawater on your face because you were supposed to be making the
  burgers and I’m starving already.

  Love,
  The Admiral of the Sock Puppet Army of Doom

  ---

  Dearest Amy,

  What are you afraid of? Is it the strangeness of being in a new city?
  Because I sympathize – knowing what it’s like to move somewhere and not
  really having a choice, but knowing that you chose to do it anyway.
  That city can be…. apathetic to the plight of Northern Californians
  who have dreams and goals. It’s like a stagnant lagoon evaporating in
  the sun, slowly revealing old fears.

  But there is a park there. Balboa Park. Have you visited yet? Have your
  friends taken you? And yes, it’s bothersome not having a car, but there
  are buses and believe me, it will be worth it. There are museums. There
  are wide open fields of roses and flowers. Go to the fountain at the
  front. Go at dusk when the sun is gone but the world is still glowing
  like a newborn. Go and sit with your back to the fountain, watch the
  streetlights turn on, and you’ll see my ghost sitting there, waiting
  for my lover.

  Or on a free afternoon – not that you have many – but on a free
  afternoon, go to the San Diego Zoo. Spend some hard-earned cash (and it
  will be much, but it will be worth it) and buy a year pass – students
  get a discount. The zoo will be a sanctuary. When you are lonely, when
  you are scared, there you will find good listeners. Also, say hello to
  the old licentious tortoise and his harem of beautiful girls for me.

  We miss you very much. This place is no longer the place it was without you.

  Love,
  Sarah

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