Cameo

Hey,

I'm really dreading tomorrow. I don't want to go. I really don't. But at the same time, I don't want to let Michael down. I just know I'm going to have a miserable time. I'm thinking about just making a quick cameo and disappearing before I can even have a drink or something.

I've been so anti-social the last couple of days. It's so stupid. René has been calling me relentlessly and I'm just not in the mood to hang with anyone. I can't go anywhere without seeing a goddamn Honda Civic. I had one behind me the other day, it was even the same color as yours. Why did you have to drive such a fucking popular car? I bet you don't see many red GMC Safari trucks around your way.

I'm thinking of doing something a little crazy and a little desperate for your birthday. It's two weeks away but I already have it all planned in my head. God, what is wrong with me? Why does it seem like I am regressing instead of moving forward?

I need intervention.

-- L