Okay, long story short: I was bored. And it was late. This is probably total crap, it hasn't even been beta'd, but that's okay. It's just a bunny-type thing that wouldn't detatch itself from my leg. Just...read. Or don't. Whatever, I'm not the boss of you.
Waiting on God
Chris,
Wow. I can't believe it's been over a year since we've seen each other. How are things with you? I guess I could be better.
I've been doing some thinking, Chris. See, my mother died about a week ago. Vern hasn't been much help. No offense to him of course. He's just not one to be very affectionate.
Then I think back. I think back to that one summer that we went to look for Ray Brower. When that bastard, Milo, ranked my dad, I just went crazy, didn't I? Sorry about that.
But, anyway, when he did that, you gave me a shoulder to cry on. Literally. Ha.
Anyways, I was thinking that...maybe I--maybe I shouldn't be here anymore. I mean, what's my purpose? All these years we've been friends, all I've been is trouble. Think back, Chris. You'll discover that I was just a burden more times than I was a hero.
So, on that note, I've made a decision. I'm leaving. For good. I'm leaving this Earth. They'd be better off without me, in my opinion.
I just ask one last thing from you, Chris. Don't you dare...cry for me. I'll know.
If you disagree with my decision, I'm sorry, but...I'm just not waiting on God anymore.
Your friend from the Royal,
Theodore Brandon Ducahmp