we've been naughty about letters and about poems. we're going to get back to them. in honor of that- words:
Tonight I’m sober so that ruins living in the uk. The leaves turn brown and it rains for two weeks. There was bad language, sex and coffee- which it needed, because everyone else ordered Chinese food while I was gone.
As per usual, I had to tell you exactly nothing. Just something. Conversations like in the 50s…I guess I’ll end this now.
Good luck making Paris.