#30

Dear Mike,

Hey for all the time that has transpired I still think of you everyday.

Your friendship and acceptance is my aspiration.   Just to be worthy.

Yeah.  There are a lot of warts.

But the intention.

It's morning.  5:24 a.m.  I've been busy outlining my syllabus for 8th grade ELA.  Estimated class size 35.  

Fun.  I will take inner city.  Broken as fuck because who isn't?

My every thought when I think of you is that I love you.  

From a glimmer.  A blink of an eye.  It's there.  But why?  Why so much effort?  Why?