Eugene,
Look, I don't know how you got that letter. I didn't even send it, it was just sitting on my desk! Anyway, I'm sorry if I offended you, but there is just no way you're writing me letters from the 40's. It's just impossible.
P.S. I almost forgot, the weed brownie thing: the boys in the dorm next door were playing music really, really loudly and it was the night before a huge test that Lauren, my roommate, and I had. Because we didn't get any sleep that night and almost failed that test, Lauren decided to make them brownies with weed inside and leave them in front of their door. They shared it with their friends, they got super high, and it was amazing.