Letters to Rachel

by stuartandjeremy

Rachel, You know how I used to write letters to Max that I never sent and how they're now mountains of paper in a cardboard box in my attic? Yeah, well, it looks like that box's lonely days will be over soon, 'cause now you're gone too and what the fuck else can I do but write more letters I never plan on actually sending?

4. July 11, 2013

July 11, 2013

Rachel,

PissHead may have made it big but they don't seem to have forgotten their roots. I'm talking about Skip Matthews, the guy who used to be the security guard at Blackhell before stepdick took over. They came back and did a show in front of Pan Estates' office as a huge 'fuck you' to all the shitty things that have happened to Arcadia Bay since the Prescotts turned up. I have no soft spot when it comes to this shithole town but bands that poke at rich fascists who think they can get away with anything are always awesome to watch. I think you would like the new direction PissHead is taking.

I tried to just let go and rock out to the music, but all the while I was keeping my eyes out for you. As if a missing girl would just pop up at a concert like nobody's business. It's become a force of habit now. Wherever I go I secretly hope I'll spot you in the crowd with your feather earring or your red flannel or your tattered jeans. I should probably stop, but it's not that easy. You're everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Where do people go when they don't want to be found? Hell if I know.

Chloe, the sorry thrasher