Do you honestly believe that you are a "talented writer" because enough of your relatives told you so? Everything you write about I can recall you either saying or acting like when you were 15. Why? Because you were always a loner, an outsider, a generally depressed and more so depressing person. I still remember the time you got your mom to tell me you couldn't hang out after that little “incident” we had. Me, you, a 20-mile car chase with a soundtrack by the Descendents. Yea, punk rock baby. You could never live the life back then, why do you think it should be yours now? I find your musings remotely interesting, yet oddly boring.

Actually, I am pissed at you for something. If it weren't for you contacting me again I would have never made that "mistake". Or rather I might have done it, but your fucking story wouldn't have been a factor in it. God damn it!

Na, I am just kidding, but please don't call yourself a writer. You have a blog and have never had a job nor had anything published.

ha!