Dusty,
Hey, man. It's hard to imagine that you'll never get to read this. Figure's you'd be the one coming up with an idea like this. I just don't get you literary intellectual types. Yeah, I guess it's symbolic and all, but I don't really understand.
I hope we can keep in contact, even after we're released from this hellhole. You and the guys are the best things that happened to me. Before I swiped those roller skates, I was just a stubborn, angry asshole. Now that I'll be getting out of here in a few months, at least now I've got friends. I know it's not really right for a guy to say this, but you really are like a brother to me. All of them are my friends, but man, Dusty; you ARE the brother I never had.
What we've all gone through together was the scariest time of my life. We've shared the pain. We all suffered, and we were there for each other, you most of all. I hope someday I can repay the favor, and be there for you. For all of them.
Thank God no one's going to read this.
You told us all to write down our goals. You always told me I was a great talker. The others said I was a great arguer.
This sounds so corny even thinking it.
Fine. What the hell. Here goes.
I'm gonna go back to school. I'll finish it. I'll apply to law school. I'll make it. I'm gonna be a lawyer with my own firm and handle all my own cases and affairs until the day I die. I'm gonna marry a great, wonderful woman. I'm gonna have kids and teach them right. I will make something of myself. I will BE somebody. Someone worthwhile.
There. Happy? Now I have to live up to it. Ha.
Yeah. Well, Mom's coming and I doubt that pacts and letters are exactly good for "building character." They sure as hell aren't going to help find whatever Radio says we're looking for. Buried treasure, my ass.
See you on the other side.
-Brigand
July 8, 1989
Remember, Dusty, I'm there for you. Always.
Brothers Never Die.