Dear Marcella,
How are you? I am fine. I need your help. I need you to get me out of this place. The doctor who’s been assigned to my case is a real phony. He should be in this bed instead of me. Somebody told me he used to be a Mental Patient. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I don’t trust any of the nurses. There’s this one nurse. I call her The Bug because of her glasses. She bugs me. I’m sleepy all the time. They are trying to drug me, because they want me to be a zombie. I can’t even get hard-ons any more. I don’t get horny. My pee is orange all the time. I don’t know what they are putting in my food. On the weekend, I made it out to the parking lot but The Bug made me come back. Last night I heard a woman screaming. I think they were giving her head an Electro Shock. I am surrounded by evil people. Everyone here is evil, especially Doctor Haines and The Bug. I wish they would leave me alone.
Love, Philip
Honey,
Everything is weird since you’ve been gone. The neighbors try to make me divulge your secrets; I tell them that it all ended that late July afternoon they came and took you away. My mother says it was inevitable. I am being strong. I think about you every day but I almost forget hat you look like, so I substitute with the second best and hope I’m doing you justice. I know we are destined to be together again some day.
At night, I lie under my cold cover and think of your warm hands. I know that you are the man I have always believed in, and will hold out until the end, whatever the cost.
Love,
‘m’
P.S. send me your mailing address, yo. plus, I need a favor. big time.
ugh. really shouldn’t post things on the internet while wicked drunk. the last part though, yeah seriously.
5554 Bloomfield Street
Halifax NS B3K 1S9
Does this “favour” involve getting the slightest bit of discipline spanked into you, you incorrigible little tramp?