Dear Fishboy,
Does heaven have beer? Hell, I'm probably not going there. My time is running short. Our little mockingjay succeeded. Did she tell you how happy she is? Did Annie tell you about your son? Did your son tell you how much he misses you and wants you to tuck him in at night? On specific occasions, when he has come to visit Katniss, he's called me dad. He's lucky that he can grow up without fear of the reapings. It's a nice feeling you know? I'll write back, but beware, I might not be as sober as I am now.
Your Old Drunk,
Haymitch