Dear Mr. Scratchy:
Miss me? Of course you have. I've had really nothing to say. The bit of a writing roll I had been on few weeks ago, dried up. Totally hit a wall. Sucks to be me.
So it's a lovely fall afternoon here. Crisp air, sitting at +4C with a 0C windchill.
Anyways...I imagine you checking in today, some sort of Halloween candy hanging out of your mouth, one of those orange and black striped candy-cane sticks, dressed in a faded black shirt that maybe someone gave you at some point, like a radio station or something in a press kit, jeans -yes, jeans not the usual track pants- and a wool hat. Toque. I love that word.
I just made you laugh, don't deny it, you know you did. Thanksgiving this weekend here in Canada. Mom went to my sister's and had dinner yesterday with her and my brother-in-law and his kids. Ironically, it's one of the few holidays I actually like. Harvest holiday. I bought one of those faux-turkey things. Amazing what you can do with tofu.
Stop laughing. Anyways...I think you're sitting there, reading this, earphones blocking out the people around you, listening to some crazy playlist that is heavy on the 70's punk and W.A.S.P. I also think you just bought yourself a ouija board. Simply, because you were out and saw one in a Halloween display. I've had one for years, I'll show you it sometime.
As always, smile smirk and snarl.