Dear Elsie,
I know I don't write in you often, but that's because I never really have a reason. I mean my last entry is from when I started dating Pookie. That was what, a year or two ago? Shit, it doesn't seem like that long ago. Well, I'm writing in you today because today we had her funeral today. We had Angel's funeral today. Fucking today, Halloween. One of my favorite fucking holidays. It was Angel's too, that's why we bonded. That and our mutual love for Collins, the big ol' teddy bear. Well, she loved him differently than I did, but that didn't mean we couldn't share that with each other. 'So much more original than any of us. You'd find an old tablecloth on the street and make a dress, and sure enough, next year, they'd be mass producing them at the Gap. You always said how lucky you were that we were all friends, but it was us, baby. We were the lucky ones.' That's what I said about Angel. I'm a fucking genius, I came up with that on my own, right up there. I loved her so much, Elsie, why'd she have to leave? Poor Collins, I've never seen him so upset, not even after the cops caught him at the Parthenon. Fuck AIDS, why does it even exist? It's nothing but a fucking menace to society and it tears apart people like Collins, Roger and Mimi. It takes people like Angel, who don't deserve to go. If anyone should die, it should be that bastard, Benny. Not sweet, innocent Angel. She was an angel, a literal one. Sure, she got picked on for being a drag queen, but just because she was a queen didn't mean that she was a pussy. In fact, she was anything but. Hell, that meant that she was fucking awesome. She stuck up for Mimi when Benny was being a douche. She brought me and Joanne back together, even though she was already gone. I just miss her so much. So very much.
Maureen
And with that, Maureen closed her journal -affectionately named, Elsie- and went to bed to cry herself to sleep in Joanne's arms.