Saturday, 20 August 2011

A letter from a dead man.

I have my backpack. I hadn't even checked on it since I ran off... I haven't unpacked really, I wanted to keep everything I own in a single place, call me paranoid, but it kept me alive back in New York when I had a proxy busting down my door.

I was checking on it, and I saw something odd when I unzipped it. A neatly folded piece of paper, just resting on top of all of my things.

I'll... I'll let you read it yourselves.

I'm sorry Cam. I'm so sorry. Things are different now... I wish I could fulfil what you wanted for Joel and I.

Spence, I presume you guys delivered it.

Thank you. You have no idea how much it means to me.



  1. The Mad Ventriloquist is probably going to sound like a jerk. He's sorry, but this is his opinion.

    Anything. He said anything.

    Love conquers all. This can be beaten. At least The Mad Ventriloquist thinks so.

  2. Elaine: It's fine. I'll live...

    TMV: Love is a double edged sword really. It hurts as much as it heals.

  3. ... I'm sorry it took this long for you to-
    I'm going to ask for something selfish, but d'you think that you could maybe... leave it someplace that Joel might be able to read it?

    Assuming that he doesn't read it here, of course.

    I should've said something, but it seemed better to let you find it on your own.

    ... godammit....

  4. Spence, don't worry about it. I'll do that, If, for a moment, I think Joel's alive in Wolf still, I will. It's not selfish to respect Cam's wishes. :)

    As for leaving it there, things are difficult, talking is difficult. I think I needed to read it alone anyway.

    Don't worry, you did the right thing in my situation.