While going through old work, I found some letters I wrote to friends during my stint in rehab two years ago. That was a time. I’m going to post a few of them this week since they’re not too personal. I was still part of my old studio, Pizza Island, at the time and wrote letters to the group as a whole because they’re all my friends and I’m lazy. These aren’t my best bits of writing but that should be forgiven considering I felt like my head was full of bees and I hardly slept at all because my roommate had one of those ocean sounds machines that sound more like rocks being dragged over glass and I’d ask her not to turn it on but she’d do it anyways after I fell asleep and blahblahblah. Anyways, enjoy? I certainly did not.