Dear Wes, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em
There prob'ly was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, ♥♥♥♥ it, what's been up, man? How's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her? I'ma name her Greg
I read about your Uncle Greg too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some guy who didn't want him
I know you prob'ly hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground ♥♥♥♥ that you did with Miles
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man
I like the ♥♥♥♥ you did with Maddie too, that ♥♥♥♥ was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back
Just to chat, truly yours, from his kibbut, this is Foot

still gay

and you gay

you gay you gay you gay you gay you gay you gay you gay ♥♥♥

What in the actual ♥♥♥♥ is wrong with you? We haven't seen each other in years and you want me to come to the park and you're running around naked like a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ crazy person?! There were children at the park you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ sick piece of ♥♥♥♥, but no that's not the worst part you actually WENT UP TO THE KIDS AND TRIED TO CONVINCE THEM HOW COOL BEING A NUDIST WAS! One of the dads came after you and you power walked away faster than any man i've ever seen, the father was in a full sprint and still wasn't coming close to you....anyways I don't think I want to hang out with you anymore man you need to get help.

This guy knocked on my door at 3 in the morning with no clothes on and asked to sleep in my backyard. I told him no, and he started peeking his head in looking behind me saying "You got a younger sister or something? Huh? Huh?" When I asked him to leave, he reached behind his back, I think into his ass, took some white dust out of it and threw it in my face, then ran off. As I was trying to get the ♥♥♥♥ out of my eyes, I caught a glimpse of him running into the darkness screaming "EGO DEATH EGO DEATH". The next day, the IRS came to my house asking if I'd seen anybody who matched his description. When I told them the story, I expected them to think I was making it up, but they didn't look surprised at all.