Hey Lyle, thought I’d write. It’s been a while. Your sister is living with us temporarily, just until she gets back on her feet. Your mom and dad aren’t helping her, their self-absorbed. Did I tell you they divorced? I really don’t have much to say except you’re still missed. I really wish you were still alive. I wish you hadn’t killed yourself, but that’s redundant isn’t it. You did, and that’s that. There’s nothing else, you gave up and left us behind.
Finally I think I’m numb for the night, even without the aid of my most cherished chemical. Sucked dry. In the same breath, I think I’m still sober. Sober and emotionless.