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I was checking my e-mail and lo and behold! A letter from Rich! I still prefer real letters though. You could see the yellowed paper, that recognizable scribble, from his hand writing you could tell so much. You could only imagine how late he was up, where he wrote the letter.

Despite everything, I romanticise it all. I want to kick myself sometimes, but I can't quite let go of this undying image in my head of what he might be like. I had images of him maybe being scrawny, lanky, smelly, who knows. What do you expect from a bisexual guy who used to wear makeup and kisses his letters with lipstick and seals the envelope with candlewax. Hey, those were the days.

Now he writes about being a mountain tour guide. Still romanticised, I'll tell you that! I still wonder if he's really done all the wondrous things he's done. Well hell, I received stamped letters from the canary islands. what the hoo. he might be going to Tibet!

God dang mother fucker, I wanna go on the pilgrimage too. I'm stuck in this romanticised artistic world of rendezvous, lonely moors, and wind blown hair on a mountain side.

Ughhhh!