Dear Roy,

I've been a dog for so long, I forgot what it was like to be a teenager. I mean, I guess I hadn't actually experienced that, being a teen. Just a normal fucking kid.

I used to have a lot of nightmares. To be fair, I still do—but I'm having other dreams as well.

Would you believe me if I said I'd literally never thought about sex before? Like, I just didn't have the damn time. Now I do. And there's so much I want.

Biggest surprise is…I don't think it's girls. Not that I care, I have enough on my plate without worrying what I'm into, but I didn't expect it. Instead I want to kiss the guy who handed me a newspaper today, the guy with soft looking lips and a crooked smile. I saw a girl in an alley going down on some dude, and I want to try it. Both ways, fuck it. I want to know what it's like to have someone else's hand on me (though my own touch is new enough). And…I think I want you.

You're in my dreams more than I care to admit. What does that mean? What…is happening to me? I'm sure as hell not gonna ask Lion and Gorilla. But like…why you? Why couldn't I pick someone, anyone else?

What would you do if you knew?

Time to stop thinking. Fucking hell, I'm glad these letters never get further than my pocket.

-Ed