It wouldn’t be surprising to find out that your work e-mail address has some sort of filter for detecting fraud. “This isn’t spam!” would, essentially, be the first candidate for the junk folder. If you’re anything like I remember, you scan through your junk mail before deleting it. I’m exactly the opposite with that sort of thing: select all, delete
forever. No questions asked.
…Your grandmother called today. In fact, I hung up about an hour ago; she just wanted to know how I was doing. She’s visiting your parents at the moment, or has been for some amount of days, but I didn’t really catch that information (or whether she offered it to me at all). What surprised me most was the fact that she had been able to get her hands on my telephone number at all. I’m not sure if that woman has “connections,” or what it is, really. I’ve moved recently… actually, I’ve moved quite a bit in the past 12 years. And I know you’ve never had the chance to receive any of the information from me first hand, but I know you always end up getting it one way or another. Minnesota didn’t work out, and no one really
likes living in New Jersey. Personally, I
loved Louisiana, but I couldn’t stay there…
Charles. Charlie.
Kip. I know you’re not going to read this any time soon – you check your e-mail probably three times a year and your work e-mail even less than that. I guess what I’m trying to say is, it’s so fucking hard to speak with you – speak
at you (a lonely account with your name as a reassuring label) when I know you’re happy with the way things are to begin with. Your grandmother calls me twice a month – we’ve made plans for November, actually, we’re going to try to get spots as judges for this years’ Cannabis Cup… But she never says a word about you. It drives me up so many freaking walls, I’ve lost track of exactly how many I have the ability to ‘drive up’ in the first place.
I suppose I just don’t understand what happened. Perhaps it’s more along the lines of me not
wanting to understand what happened. Whatever it is, I guess I can drown it out long enough to play
Resident Evil another time.
( His Reply, And My Reply To That. )( He replied. Again. )
