Flies in Cleveland bulk up in windows
just like flies in Buffalo. Like flies anywhere
I imagine, except maybe Kansas.
It's been a long time, hasn't it?
Are any of us sorry?
I wouldn't say it first.
That's why this isn't an open letter.
****, listen;
There's a lot of things in this book
that aren't going to make a whole
lot of sense to any of you, but
they're still here and I mean them.
Every single ******* word.
It's not that I hate everyone,
it's just, well... ****.
You bulk up in my windows.
It'll be a longer time till
the next moment we don't speak.