Dear My Reader

Do You Remember?

Skillex: Comatose ^^^

Dear reader,

Yes, it's me. Again. I didn't keep you posted about my execution last time I saw you!!! It was all business, was it not? Oh, by the way.... how was the honeymoon? Ha, wink.

But, thats besides the point. Hey reader. I just wanted to say I miss you, a lot. I...uh, I need to tell you something. Do you remember when you and I were still friends? Just little kids. When we used to go down by the creek deep in that clearing in the woods? We would go down there, all three of us, and catch the little fish in the water. That sky was so blue and the water so clear that it looked like one of the cartoons we would watch on those old television's. You know the ones with the little bunny ears? Yeah, the funny thing is that it's about ten years later and I haven't seen another tv. At all.

You read right. Something you see everyday from watching that Elsa queen or whatever with your son or daughter that you probably have now. Maybe even the tv you see when your watching college football and you ask your girlfriend, who you have been with for about five years because you STILL haven't had the guts to marry her, to make you a tall glass of your favorite, that orange pinnaple shit you used to drink. She says to go screw yourself and make it yourself as she walks in wearing all her football gear to cheer on her team because she's probably a bigger fan than even you are.

I want to say I'm jealous. I know, I know. I don't get jealous. But I'm jealous of the life you probably have right now. You were so smart, you probably went to college and got a good paying job. You probably have that beauty of a girlfriend I could would never find in a guy, and probably never will. You probably have those children you love so much. You probably treat them to dinner out every Friday with the extra cash you get from your good paying job. I wish I was you because you probably have what I will NEVER have.

Let me tell you the truth. Right now, in this very moment, I'm sitting a cold, hard metal chair. In a prison cell. I don't remember what I did I have been in here so long. The people here think I'm crazy, but you don't talk outloud when telling people your escape plan. For a guy like me, it shouldn't be to hard. Well, maybe. This prison here is very high tech.

As you very well know, I was never the smart one. You were. I was the social one who was good with words. My lover, your brother, was the strong one. The warrior. The one who was the glue that kept us all together. But, he's gone now. Maybe that's why we never talk any more. Why I went jail, because I'm freaking insane! I just can't think straight ever since, you know.

Shit, I can't talk to to you anymore. I have to go. Its lunch time! Got to get to that concrete bread and moldy cheese! Hey, at least it's food.

Yours Truly,
Legend Sane

P.S. My therapist told me the way to achieve true inner peace is to finish what I start. So far I've finished two bags of M&Ms and a chocolate cake. I feel better already.

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Umm.....Hey? Yes! It is I! Real author!!! So, I'm very excited about this little project. If you haven't already noticed, this story is a book to you. Its from you childhood friend who has somehow landed himself in prison. You brother, and his lover has some how dissapeared. He keeps avoiding. Is it really that bad he can't even talk to you about it? Ha, I know. You don't. I know something you don't. Ha. M'kay, I'm just going to go now. Bye.

Bye peeps! (By the way, that's what I call all my friends, and now your my friend. Its official when I give you this cinnamon roll. *Gives cinnamon roll*