Dear K,

I'm leaving Chicago. I'm headed back to Des Moines. I'm going to live in a friend's basement for a month or two, get back on me feet, financially and emotionally. I think I'm going to head west next. I'm gonna see where that sun keeps going every day. I'm gonna go as far as the ocean, but I might stop in the mountains for a while. I'm gonna breathe in some clean air. I'm gonna talk to God. I'm gonna learn to play the guitar. I'm going to grow my beard out and sit in full lotus on a high high peak and wait for the idiots to come to me. I'm going to swim in the Great Salt Lake and see how it tastes. I'm gonna float on my back and stare up at the blue. I'm going to buy a house so I can rent it out and live on the road. I'm going to build a van up from rust and ruin. I'm going to build a bicycle. I'm going to ride my bicycle from one ocean to another.

There's a lot of things I'm going to do. And I'm gonna keep on writing to you.

Don't Worry,
You'll Catch Up,

K