ANDY

Well Homie: 

We just got back from Albuquerque!  Yeah, I know you know but for the sake of all those who don’t, I was just giving them a point of reference.  So how’d you like it?  Of course you did!  Hell, everybody there was crying.  I thought you weren’t supposed to cry anymore.  OH!  So you still have spiritual feelings?  I didn’t figure you’d be allowed to watch, it being sad and all.  Everybody thinks you’re in a blissful state of happiness and you don’t remember any of us down here.  What the hell is that suppose to mean?  You don’t?  So, I’m just making this stuff up?  Wait a minute, first you say I’m making this up and then you say I should still do it?  Why should I?  So, by doing this you’ll still be remembered and I’m just venting.  NO, I don’t want you to be forgotten but I don’t want to write your memoriam either.    OK!  OK! But if I don’t get this right somebody’s gonna be upset.  What I know about you I probably shouldn’t write.  It’s not good to write some things about people in your situation.  I know you had a good demeanor.   I wouldn’t be writing this at all if you’d woken up when you were suppose to.  See, I told you somebody’d get upset.  Anyway, thanks again for helping me get the roof on the back porch.  Of course I’m changing the subject cuz I’m liable to say something bad about you.  No, I didn’t say you were any worse than the rest of us when it comes to searching for the limelight.  Did I say that right?  What the hell is the limelight anyway?  Anyway, I’m glad to see you’re doing alright.  Well, excuse me, Mr. Sensitive, I’m not the one who didn’t wake up and make everybody cry.  Yes, you could’ve.  It’s nobody elses fault but your own.  You knew better than anyone else what could happen.  Yeah, but you didn’t tell the doctors that, did you?  Asshole! 

I LOVE YOU ANYWAYS BUBBA. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Love Andy!

July 29, 2011