April 10, 2007
A letter sent, it travels many miles, distance covered with news thoughts impressions, how are you and how have you been? What‘s the weather like there this time of year? It’s been a long time and you seem to be getting along alright. The truck rounds the corner, steady in its mission to bring the message to its recipient. Horns sound, interrupted and your life surrounded by the tolled existence of routine. Half in jest, suggestions come from all the angles, but never the proper one. Thanks for all the lip service, but the account balance is less than five.