Dear Ruth
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Dear Ruth,
It is the fourth of April and I am writing to you from the dirty backseat of a taxi cab. I am on my way to an interview with a new company called Digital Tech. Or maybe it's Digitech. Oh well, it doesn't really matter. As you know very well, I have been unemployed for quite some time now. If I get this job, I will be a big shot. Making the big money. Making it rain. I will be Jeffery Schwartz, head of digital affairs. Whatever that means.
This is my first letter to you since rehab. It used to be just an exercise I was forced to do. "Write a letter to your mother, '' they said. "Tell them your feelings." Yeah, whatever. Feelings are for the weak. I don't know when it became so much more. I wouldn't say it's what keeps me sane, I would just say its what keeps me from going insane. Writing letters seems like such an ancient art considering that I studied technology in college. But I have found some sort of peace in pen on paper, my own personal zen. Who needs mediation when you have paper, right?...
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