Letters to an Optimist

ix

 Yo B,

Wow, I knew you’d be pissed, so no need to apologize; I called it anyways.

Interesting outburst, very entertaining somehow, so let me start of by saying, babe, nothing broke the little boy, he just grew up. Simple.

I still can’t believe you put the definitions for what a realist and a pessimist is. I could have googled it, now I don’t need to, so thanks I guess. I noticed something about you, you are very persistent, in your own little way.

I also noticed that you didn’t have a usual perky-hippie tip at the end of your letter, is something wrong?

Well, I am stuck with what to say now…To be honest I’d thought you’d have some ‘P.S’ thing at the bottom that I can relate to now…I guess not.

Argh, I have a feeling I’m going to regret doing this but, if it’s the only way to get out of the shitty service…

You really want to know? Not for the cops, but for you? I really hope so, cause if those shit-head think they can just find out what I know through a girl, then they’re pussies. Because the people who are making me do this know nothing, they think everything is perfect inside their little city, that they ignore the outcasts. Like me.

They completely ignore people who really do need help, and order. Instead they go and help the people who have simple problems.

Having your car stolen? That is child’s play.

Jewelry?

Breaking into houses?

Or even the oh-so-popular, someone ruined my lawn?

All those are examples of crappy schemes that underprivileged children can do.

But do the police understand any of that? No.

They only help the brighter side of town, because they gave up on the other.

They gave up, Blanca. That’s what they did, they gave up on families that could have been helped, families that have died because they tried saving each other and making a fucking difference in their lives.

None of that worked though, none of it changed a thing. I’ve seen children, no older that three years old, get shot. That’s not even the worst thing, B. The worst is that the parents are the ones doing that.

And after the kids are gone, the parents then notice what they’ve done and don’t even blink. They don’t care, B. They don’t fucking care if they killed kids, babies in fact. Even if the babies they’re killing are theirs.

So now you have a minor idea of life behind the lights and safety of the police force’s care.  That minor idea grows, it grows until it practically feasts on the people it lives on.

That’s all I’m saying from now.

By the way, I knew you were being sarcastic, and you’re not a bitch.

Logan

P.s Have a happy new year, B.

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HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! 2014 :D
Dedicated to NutellaPanda for making the cover on the side! 
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Mackenzie