Dear K,
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.
I'm laughing because it is spring and I'm sleeping with my windows open. I'm watching television from high school. I feel young. I feel older than I used to because this is the oldest I've ever been, except for right now.
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.
I'm laughing because I'm starting to get the joke. Gears are coming together, I feel like I'm getting a skin that's made of wires and the wires are starting to connect and maybe my memory is coming back, blinking on and off like a light bulb in a gas station sign.
buzz. hum. buzz. hum. buzz. hum.
Listen to that. That is the sound of the electricity in my apartment buildind. Beyond that is the sound of motorcycles on the streets. When I got home from work tonight it felt like morning, and birds were singing.
I feel like the next president. I feel like a champion water polo player. I'm rising out of the water kicking until it is at my waist and I'm taking the shot, and the goalie can't move fast enough.
I'm going to be something,
K
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