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june 20th, 2009

hey there delilah,

i can see you shaking your head at me right now. yes, i know you are, don't lie. i’m never going to capitalize my letters-it’s unfair to the other letters, and it hurts their feelings. i don’t care what you say about it, miss i’m-an-english-major-i’m-so-much-holier-than-thou. it’s not going to happen. moving on.

right now i’m playing a series of bars in illinois-i’m carpooling with twitch and the gang, like we decided we would all those years ago (you should remember that-you always called us mad for dreaming of doing something other than going to college. look at us now!). did you hear they finally decided on a  name for the band? they’re called morning glory now. it was griffin’s idea. i think it fits them, don’t you? besides, that’s a killer album anyways.

enough about morning glory. i’ve played some cool venues-most were fall-down-drunk places, but some were actually nice places, like take-your-girlfriend-out-and-dig-the-band type places. i wished that you could have seen them, because you would have liked them. usually they have me opening for morning glory because they’re more “promising”, or whatever, but that’s fine by me. i like opening. i get them all pumped up for the main act, and then morning glory floors them. we’re a nice team.

how’s school going? is that teacher still a bitch? did your roommate finally get her shit together? any cool people there? i know you still wish that i had accompanied you to college (you do, don’t try to lie to me; i see right through it), but i’ve always thought that my achievements laid outside of my academic career. i promise you, delilah, one day i’ll pay the bills with my guitar, and we’ll have it good. scout’s honor.

good luck in new york-you’re going to need it more than i. we’re on the way to wisconsin right now. though there’s really not much there, we’re going to play some places in madison and milwaukee and big cities like that (really not many of them, are there? hahaha, poor wisconsinites, or whatever the hell they're called).

love always from chicago

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