Letter from the Prodigal Son
Pappa Bear,
Hard to believe that seven months have passed since you dropped me off at the Greyhound station in Columbus. Seven months, but it seems like an eternity. Passing the grassy plains of Kansas through the mountains of Utah, not knowing if I would have a job or home waiting for me at the end of the line, I had no idea where or how my journey would end. Alas, here it is. Queretaro, Mexico. Onward to Mexico City.
When I left you back in May it was quite a low point for me creatively and personally. My first movie was a flop, my writing was not amounting to shit, and I was barely on speaking terms with my best friend - and little brother - as it were.
It became apparent to me that I needed to change certain aspects of my life. In order to accomplish this I had to remove myself from that which was comfortable and secure in order to challenge myself physically, mentally, and spiritually. To what extent I have succeeded I do not know, as only time can be the judge of this. I do know, however, without a doubt that the past seven months have been the most fruitful period of my 28 years on the planet. My ability to accomplish this has come in no small part because of your support, guidance and infinite pools of patience. Thank you dad. Thank you very much.
In five days I will be on a plane back to Columbus. Although I am not ready to leave Mexico and my life on the road - I cannot wait for the joyous reunion at the end of the line.
With much love, Aaron.
P.S. In regards to your question regarding a Christmas gift, I do not have any specific material possessions in mind at the moment. However, in the next month I plan to embark upon another journey that could be aided by a belated version of the Christmas-time orgy of gift giving.
P.P.S. If you would like to view a picture of your son´s naked ass displayed on the world wide web visit www.hobofabby.blogspot.com.
P.P.P.S. If mom somehow manages to see the picture assure her that I am in fact not gay.
Hard to believe that seven months have passed since you dropped me off at the Greyhound station in Columbus. Seven months, but it seems like an eternity. Passing the grassy plains of Kansas through the mountains of Utah, not knowing if I would have a job or home waiting for me at the end of the line, I had no idea where or how my journey would end. Alas, here it is. Queretaro, Mexico. Onward to Mexico City.
When I left you back in May it was quite a low point for me creatively and personally. My first movie was a flop, my writing was not amounting to shit, and I was barely on speaking terms with my best friend - and little brother - as it were.
It became apparent to me that I needed to change certain aspects of my life. In order to accomplish this I had to remove myself from that which was comfortable and secure in order to challenge myself physically, mentally, and spiritually. To what extent I have succeeded I do not know, as only time can be the judge of this. I do know, however, without a doubt that the past seven months have been the most fruitful period of my 28 years on the planet. My ability to accomplish this has come in no small part because of your support, guidance and infinite pools of patience. Thank you dad. Thank you very much.
In five days I will be on a plane back to Columbus. Although I am not ready to leave Mexico and my life on the road - I cannot wait for the joyous reunion at the end of the line.
With much love, Aaron.
P.S. In regards to your question regarding a Christmas gift, I do not have any specific material possessions in mind at the moment. However, in the next month I plan to embark upon another journey that could be aided by a belated version of the Christmas-time orgy of gift giving.
P.P.S. If you would like to view a picture of your son´s naked ass displayed on the world wide web visit www.hobofabby.blogspot.com.
P.P.P.S. If mom somehow manages to see the picture assure her that I am in fact not gay.
posted by Yonder Vittles at 4:16 PM
2 Comments:
what the hell are you talking about? your ass looks fucking great! don't stop believing. miracles, man. miracles.
nicholas j
post script: what's so wrong with being gay anyhow? just tell mom. seriously, it'll make all of our lives easier. except her's of course.
Dude, there is nothing wrong with being gay. I just don´t think that I could afford the wardrobe right now.
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