So She Like Gets This Letter From Her Dad Like 6 Months After Her Birthday
My dearest Julie,
Did you ever get that drawing I sent you? Pretty good, wasn't it?
A thousand light-years from here I climbed to the rim of Yasur volcano
on Tanna in Vanuatu and I peered into its fiery stink. I looked down
at my feet at a red Coke can. I saw a postcard someone had dropped.
I picked it up. A terrific photo of some very severe ice-covered mountains.
On the other side was written But what you don't like where you are
you won't like here even more. Only this. I wish someone had sent it to me.
Today they showed us the old film A Scanner Darkly. Check it out.
It's about addiction and prevarication. Everybody's itch has everybody
doing it. Tell your mother it's about photography. There's one scene
our addled heroes' car is broken down on this shitty California highway.
They lift the hood. They are busy studying the hot engine busy doing
their best to clamor and convict a mechanical part of intentional malice.
Finally exhausting all paranoid leads one shouts Don't blame the drugs!
It was the moment we'd all been waiting for. Sure. We all cheered.
Afterwards a discussion of the million drugs. For what? The beaters
we drove. This hunger for explanations beyond conventional wisdom.
Hope the 12th grade is OK and you're making friends with good people.
We have a chance to make a difference till our dying day. Comment.
Happy birthday. I love you. Dad