Letters

Dear Joe,

I'm sorry about all this. I dont know what I mean by "this." "This" could refer to anything. It could refer to the fact that our musical tastes clash, our egos clash, and perhaps even most importantly, it could refer to the fact that we havent talked since last years world history. You cant really blame it, we share no classes, a feature so constant in our high school lives, that the fact that we dont have classes together is alienating. I really truly am sorry for our fight. I think it started about me making fun of your band name, what was it, ah yes, retrospect cowboy. For that I am sorry. I was a sophomore, I was a dick. Why am I writing about this now? You'd think I'm happy, the people I'm with. And yet, I feel as if I lost a friend, a friend that I've shared so little and yet so much in common with. A friend that I could talk to about music, my own little opposing viewpoints center. Hell I don't know, maybe it's a lost cause, but I still want to be friends, once again. I'm sick of seeing you in the halls and not saying hi, or catching up. It really is a shame. And for it all, I'm sorry.

Sincerely and in friendship,
Mike

P.S. I dont think Retrospect Cowboy is a bad name, not after I heard Cobra Starship.