Dear Dan,

How sad it is: You’ve become a caricature of your old “new” self. I can recall a time when you rode your motorcycle around town. Do you even still have your jean jacket? Forget it. I don’t even wanna know. What happened? How did we get here? I’ve been gassing-up my car and going for long drives back on the empty streets of Glendyn, lost. I . . . I just don’t know anymore.

At the end of my rope with it all,

Kelly