Kyle, I'm going to miss you. Forgive an old grumpy man for not bing a very good writer, but I will try to be coherent. I've always felt older than I was. Perhaps it was the hanging out and schmoozing with the older producers all the time, I don't know. But you made me different. When around you, I felt younger, happier, free-er, free to be who I wanted, and not who they wanted me to be. You had that independance that not many your age knew, and your mind was advanced.
The ideas you gave me were good ones and I'm using the notebook of ideas you gave me. I gave Ana Broadway Here I Come, and also had Jimmy write that I'm Not Sorry one. I also had him write another for Jesse.
I'm really happy you gae me this ntebook and told what to do with it in case something happened That wasyou, prepared for the Zombie Apocalypse, for your death, for the Rapture. You brought me belief in te next generation. Belief and hope.
Missing you dearly,
Derek.
PS: Please stop haunting my dreams, I miss dreaming about Karen.