A/N: Ok, another letter to extend your range of opinion. I'll try to keep on updating regularly. Enjoy!
Mickey's first response, June 28th.
Well, well, who would've thought that the mighty Firecrotch would be homesick? Back here things are as shitty as always; my father's in jail, Mandy's been frequenting your family's house more than usual and it's been raining for days. Fucking summer's worth nothing in Chicago, I'm telling ya.
You say soldiers write home, don't you? Well you wouldn't be doing so if you had FUCKING STAYED. Anyway, you've always been a dick-head, who am I to change that? I can't believe anyone could miss this shit-hole; at least I wouldn't if I could get away from here. I'd go far away, not to New York, is still too close; somewhere else where I didn't have to put up with this hell anymore. Of course Afghanistan is way beyond my reach, and definitely not one of my options, you know I can't really stand heat, but maybe one of this days I could find a nice place that gathers all the features I'm looking for, with a nice weather, in a nice neighbourhood…what am I saying? I'm starting to sound like you! Damn, Gallagher! You really know how to upset me.
By the way, I must admit your presence is missed back here…and so is your dick. So, try to keep in touch and get back home in one piece, would ya? Have fun playing in the sand, Gallagher.
Mickey M.