I’m editing my editing. I’m changing my major. It may very well be the case that I don’t fit in anywhere, but I’m going to attempt succeeding in and among them. If I fail, I can take up residence in Yellowstone and remain stationed there for the long haul. I sent in an application to UH at Clear Lake today and I listed geology as my first major. Philosophy is my second. I will have to take trigonometry, pre-calculus, calculus I, II, III, physics I, II, III, and chemistry I and II. What have I done?
I met your son a couple of weeks ago, he’s absolutely precious. Your brother asked me to hook him up with a bag, and so I did. I wish you would have told me he had a thing for me, I might have done something about it. The other day on the way to the beach, Gwen and I passed the theater where you took your own life, and it occurred to me that I had never stepped foot inside the old building and that I never would. Tonight, a tropical storm continues to gain strength in the Gulf of Mexico as Galveston’s sea wall faithfully barricades Fay’s arrival from reaching developed land, but she can only hold out for so long. You are still missed more than ever, but we have to wonder why you would want to leave such a beautiful life – despite it all.