Dear Grandma,
Sharks circling the raft grow weary and apathetic. Five o’clock shadow was late for dinner two days in a row. Jewelry clogs the intestines of money whores, who don’t understand the value of shiny rocks.. and there is a steady surplus of lower back pain to go around. I guess that’s why Jesus invented whiskey.
By the way, did Aunt Martha get those new pair of mittens that Santa promised her? If not, she could always write to the Easter Bunny. I hear the Easter Bunny is very reasonable. Partly because he loves Easter. And partly because he loves pooping out those chocolate eggs for all the kids to eat. It all lends itself to an easy going demeanor and really soft, silky fur.
It’s hard sometimes out here.. being adrift. When I close my eyes I can still see home. Tell the family as long as I don’t get killed by friendly fire, a faulty vaccine, a hurricane, or pirates. That I should be home in time for the Super Bowl.
Love,
Johnny
PS – Give Mr. Scruffels extra kisses for me, and treats too.
good stuff man.
I like this one as well.
Thanx fellers. It was written in 7th person, when I was shapeshifting in an altered dreamscape. Dimensional universe boundaries can’t hold a homebrew like me down.
knux – gaR