i think i must have smoked crack. someone needs to intervene. being stoned and e-mailing for me is like drunk driving. it is dangerous and must be stopped. i tend to decide my level of truthfullness is invited by all. so last night afther the odeon, after smoking a bowl to listen to turin brakes, i sent the boy this...

it would be out of character for me to not freak out with up-to-the-minute radical honesty. so here's the thing. i get it. i'll let go. but i just think you and i were a lot more reward than we were work. i think you missed that. have a great everything. i mean that with love.

see you on the other side.

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