The Letters [Jaime Preciado] [Book 1]

July 23rd - Lily

July 23rd, 2011.

Dear Taco,

Fine. I sent five pictures with this letter. I know. They’re bad. Oh well. Maybe this is why nobody wants to hire me… By the way, I never did get that job for the local band. They chose Adam. Ugh.

Since I got your letter, I never took off the bandana. I wear it on my head, wrist, even my ankle if I want to. When I see it, I smile because I start thinking about my Mexican bestie with an amazing Russian accent who has spiky hair. I don’t think you know him though. ;P Vic may be a ‘sappy motherfucker,’ but it was sweet!

Yeah, he hugged me because I started crying. I told him how much he meant to me and his face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. He signed a poster of the band, their newest CD (newest at the time), a shirt and he wrote some lyrics down from one of their songs. I got it tattooed on my arm.

I know Mike loves the smell of unicorn. He needs to get out of his denial shit.

Lots of love, your “Lils,”

Bluebird.