Letter to I.
Hi. super bad timing sailor. It's all quite beautiful, in that youthfully violent way, this is how my last week has unfurled.
I lost my horse
I lost my job
I decided to move to new york
I checked myself into the emergency room
I picked a fight with my room mate (you called)
I still have a cold
I mapped my route

I'm holding on now. I had a beautiful awakening, and I dare not reveal details, what if it didn't happen?

I think a cowboy, sailor date will be in order, but I hope we're still friends, sadly I'm no longer the cowboy.

also
thursday is Simon's birthday, I know it sounds insane, but at the Lexington, 7 ish, be there.

love kate

i----@.com

> sorry i cought you at a bad moment... i was just excited that you're back
> and i hadn't heard from you. hope you're alright. call me soon, 'kay?
> i