more letters to my father

One day I'll have my own memories to rummage through, but until that day comes, I'm going to laugh at my dad's.

Dearest Brian,

I am truly sorry for keeping you up. I didn't mean to overstay my welcome. I was going to leave anyways. You don't seem to enjoy my company anyway either. Don't either bother to go out of your way to put up with me. You liar! At least you could have said, 'Cassie, would you please leave I'm tired and I need to rest because I have a date at 10:00.' And you were going to sleep until 11 according to your plans? I hope that during the soccer game a plague of of 1000 ants will march onto your path and trip you! Beware! The omen is upon you!

Adieu,

Cassandra

[drawing of ants screaming "Get Brian!"]

my dad (or his roommate) had a gay stalker.

Dear Brian or Joseph,

Your air is one of a truly exemplary man. How can one drop his bicycle lock and stoop to pick it up with such superior dexterity and grace? It was a ridiculous situation, yet you brought reason to it.

Good looks are fleeting as a brittle leaf upon a windy street, yet your face will forever stall the cruel finger of nature from marring its youth and beauty.

Perhaps someday we will meet, perhaps not, but, in moments of fear and insecurity--even in times of great joy, know that I am thinking of you.

With Gossamer Kisses and Crystal Tears,

Tyler E. Newhall