"To All Kind Enough To Read"

I was recently thrown from my horse (we're not friends anymore) and suffered a minor concussion. Not to worry, the doctor assured me I'd be as dumb as before. Phew! What a relief! Now, I can't remember the chronological order of the following events, but not too long ago, I was at a bar with Charles, and, sober and wholeheartedly believing it to be nothing more than good clean fun, ran into the wall. I was promptly placed in a full-nelson--finally!--by one of the bouncers and escorted out of the bar. I felt bad and apologized to the bouncer that checks ID's, but I don't think he cared one way or the other. Whatever. Upon reflection, I realized that it was improper behavior and that my expulsion from the bar was well-warranted. This other weekend night, again not too long ago, I hit the streets of Manayunk with my guitar, harmonica, and the determination to raise 50 bucks for this guy I met, like, two nights before who needs money to finish a film that shows the horrible situation in Uganda right now. I got dissed some--actually, kind of a lot--but persevered and raised the money.

Once more, on a weekend night, not too long ago, I thought it be cool to go to a local bar alone, have a drink or two, then play blues harmonica. Although, very sober, one of the bartenders cut me off right then and there. I can see how he saw this behavior to be that of a drunk person, but at the same time, I was completely lucid, showing no signs--no signs in my book--of drunkeness. If it had been my call, I would of thought it was awesome, but I think he really should of just asked me to take my business elsewhere.

It's weird that I hardly ever play guitar anymore, because, for several years, it was a dominating force in my life.

When I got rejected from Yale, I wrote them a rejection letter rejecting their rejection letter. People thought (some still do) that it was clever and rad, and that I was going to get accepted because, I guess, it demonstrated out-of-the-box thinking. I knew nothing would come of it, as was the case. Anyway, yesterday, my mom (she wears scarves a lot) asked me to make a copy of it because there's a kid she knows (she really knows the mother, I think) from church who really, really wants to get into Yale and is on the waiting list and she thought it would give him a chuckle. Even though I've never met him and know very little of him, I think he'll get in; I've got a good feeling about the kid, ya know? Then I suggested to my mom (she wears scarves a lot) that if he gets denied, he should mail himself to the Dean's office and then pop out and see if the Dean will reconsider.

Sincerely,

The Guy Who Wrote This