Dear friend,
I'm sorry that I haven't written in a while, it's just that Sam and I have been so busy. I took her to a water park this summer and she showed me all kinds of music that I didn't even know existed. Mostly Crowded House, Bruce Springsteen, and more of her Nirvana collection. I really liked all of them, but I realized that she had more of Bruce and Crowded House than the other. I asked her why and she said that Nirvana only ever really made three albums. When I asked her why, she acted like it was obvious. She told me that the lead musician of the band passed away whenever he was only twenty-seven. Can you imagine that?
It must be a pretty world-wide known thing because that was all she really said about it, like I knew all the facts or something but I didn't and it made me sad that I didn't.
The water park was a lot better. We had fun, and even splashed each other once or twice without me feeling too bad. I told her I didn't want to because I thought that it would hurt her or maybe bring back bad memories o f her childhood because she said she used to come there when she was a really little girl and she got this look on her face that made me feel like the world really hadn't worked out in her favor and I told her I hoped that I was the part of her that did. Work out in her favor, I mean.
That's really all that's happened. The thought of dying at 27 still seems really sad to me and Sam's childhood does too. I don't know why good people hurt so much.
Love always,
Charlie.
