Done Melted Into My Endless Sorrow

Dear Jan Michael Vincent

An exploration of the little problems we are experiencing is like a bubble-gravy train defining the hell of our interpersonal relationship with its wheels slipping from the sloppy tracks, when we should be embracing the midday sun and heading for that happy place. Therefore, I propose that we resolve the nail polish situation by decisively growing matching beards of impressive lengths, thereby implying that society, somewhat surprisingly, has objective value.

And I hope that this time we can at least avoid the derisive grins of the hiker guys and finally put this in our past.

Self respectingly,
2T+AC