Note: This is a journal entry — it was written on paper or on my computer, then transferred to my website, maybe years later.

Dear Sharon,

Hi! I just got your Christmas card yesterday. You’re right, the picture doesn’t look like you very much. I still like it though. How have you been doing? We haven’t communicated in a long time. I am doing alright. What are you doing for Christmas? The first week I am going to lock myself in my room and do this term paper on punk rock that’s due the day we get back in school. The second week I’m going back to Boston. I can’t wait, it’ll be a blast. It’ll be cold as shit though.

My dad and Wendy adopted a baby boy about two months ago, and now Wendy’s pregnant. Great timing, but they wanted two kids anyway. Oh, and one of our dogs is having puppies sometime this week probably. Gawd. Must be in the water or something.

I finally got an electric guitar. It’s pretty cheap-shit, but it plays. I am still taking lessons. I like it a lot, but I’m so busy all the time that I don’t have a chance to practice as much as I want. Pisses me off because I know my top priority ought to be guitar (school’s a joke, I don’t have to pay a lot of attention to that) but I’m always partying or writing letters or something.

I do so many drugs here. You can get all kinds of drugs here, pretty cheap. I bought an ounce of good hash for only 140 bucks, and …<further shocking behavior expurgated>… 140 bucks is a preem deal. Now I’m waiting for this guy to get me a bunch of speed.

My hair is so short now, you’d die. Like it’s even shorter than when I saw you last.