Dear New York,
We've had some good times. No, great times. I have memories I'll carry with me forever. From my first baby steps to my first drunken stumble into a taxi cab.
It was a rocky relationship at some points. I don’t think you really needed to call the cops that one time, but I understand how it is; tempers flare. In the end, you know I always loved you. And I still do. I always will.
There’s no point in dancing around the truth though, I’ve got to move on. You’ve known this for some time, and you’ve been graceful about it for the most part.
All the sudden though, things are starting to get out of hand. Financial collapses, earthquakes, and now this hurricane...
In a simpler world, I wouldn’t walk out on you like this, but you’ve got to accept it. The way you’re acting lately really frightens me. It’s like you’ve developed some Romeo and Juliet, double suicide fantasy.
I’ve tried to be patient, but now I just have to put it out there bluntly: you’re losing your shit. Please, hold yourself together for six more weeks so I get on a plane and get the fuck out of here.
Sincerely,
Mark
We've had some good times. No, great times. I have memories I'll carry with me forever. From my first baby steps to my first drunken stumble into a taxi cab.
It was a rocky relationship at some points. I don’t think you really needed to call the cops that one time, but I understand how it is; tempers flare. In the end, you know I always loved you. And I still do. I always will.
There’s no point in dancing around the truth though, I’ve got to move on. You’ve known this for some time, and you’ve been graceful about it for the most part.
All the sudden though, things are starting to get out of hand. Financial collapses, earthquakes, and now this hurricane...
In a simpler world, I wouldn’t walk out on you like this, but you’ve got to accept it. The way you’re acting lately really frightens me. It’s like you’ve developed some Romeo and Juliet, double suicide fantasy.
I’ve tried to be patient, but now I just have to put it out there bluntly: you’re losing your shit. Please, hold yourself together for six more weeks so I get on a plane and get the fuck out of here.
Sincerely,
Mark