December 12th, 2011.
Dear Taco,
You could be a closet gay. C’mon, just admit it. You may or may not get turned on by Vic sometimes. C’mon. Everyone does. C’mon. C’mon. I’m not just saying it because you’re my best friend! Look, I may have told a little lie. I knew who you were before you started writing to me. I freaked the fuck out when I got your first letter, but I played it off like I wasn’t. But I really was. Shit was flipped here in Florida. I’ve loved you (as a band member...) forever.
I hate to break the idea to you, Himes, but… she could be cheating on you.
I’ll get drunk just to piss you the fuck off. ;)
Seriously, though! They’re all great friends and they’ve known each other for years. Since they were kids. They dropped out of high school together! They’ve been through hell and back; I don’t see them ever breaking up. You’ll see them at the Grammys: “The year is 2076. All Time Low has been together for – wait, how many years is it now?”
No whining. I hate whining.
Love, your totally-not-an-alcoholic-best-friend,
Bluebird.
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