Dear Herman:
Rain here again. Is it raining where you are?
Anyways, I imagine you checking in tonight, feeling sore at the world. I don't know, have an old Sepultura song stuck in my head today..."Innerself"
So I imagine you checking in, feeling blah, suddenly thinking of both that old song, and of course moose. Which I suppose is a bad thing in a way, having you think of moose whenever you think of me, or me when you see/hear about moose now.
I imagine you dressed in jeans, and a red shirt and dark hoodie. I imagine you sitting there reading this, waiting for a cab, thinking of a large bowl of noddles and a spicy soup. I also think you're chewing noisily on gum.
Smile...
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