Things are fucked up man. Nancy said she's "done with my shit" and that she's "taking the kids to go live with her mother." I'm sorry Danny, I don't know who else to turn to. Brock's gang is gonna be here any minute and I need to keep my mind away from the ticking of that fucking clock you got me when we were kids, man. I was looking at that clock and I thought of you. I thought of when we would sled down that hill in the winter, how we would fight over who's better at snaggin chicks, how I met Brock and you played ball. That's when it went shit. That's when we stepped through a mirror, and I got caught on the other side. Now I'm a deadman writing and you're in Peru or some romantic shit with two kids and a legacy. I'll be known only as another piece of scum wiped from the earth, because you didn't hit Racheal the way I hit my Nancy. You didn't fail to make your kids lunches because you were too hungover to care. Brock found that he was missing some cash and I guess he traced it back to me. Death is great Danny. You don't have to wake up and look yourself in the mirror, see your daughter cry, have your son be embarrassed to live with you. To have your wife fuck other men because you're so worthless of a human being that she can't even sleep with you. Everything will go quiet and dark. Peace. Serenity in ignorance. Slumber in eternal. Danny I write these words to you because you're the only one I didn't wrong, you're the only one I don't have to apologize to. You're me if I had the balls to get help. Vengeance rides his chariot of steel horses and calls my name, he really wants that stupid fucking money, Danny. But I have a catalyst for a new beginning, rested between my teeth I shall release my demons into the unknown of Death.
Sincerely,
A lost cause
