j —

 

i sent too many postcards. you owe me stamp money.

 

i'm glad things are going well with the girlfriend and i hope you never get married. i doubt i will get married. don't want to, have nobody to marry yet. send an email off this site, if you want, i'd like to keep it strickly about indie rock.

 

i don't think about you that often anymore, but there are periods when you are on my mind everyday. i occasionally wonder how much money you have — by no choice of your own — and how ashamed of that you must feel. i never held it against you but that was probably only because we were so young.

 

let's vow not to get together again.

 

you will always be the one who stole fizzy lifting drinks even if you refused to steal my virginity.

 

love andy

 

check out the site if you want, it will remind you of how inane theory always was, and you'll find the scroll and click and scroll and click to be amusing. i miss you, but i don't want to see you. send the email to the andy address, it's easier.

 

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