Another year, a lot of lonely days. Some in the most loving company there is. Miri held my hands in Camden a couple of nights a go J D Salinger died this year ya know. We drank mai tais until our vision was blurry enough, and then we loved each other a little bit more. Sisters by heart, connected through sorrow and guilt. We know the secret, we just cant deal with it. We dont know how to handle it. We're no good at protecting the light (We always seem to blow it out)
Father figure Frank wrote a letter, the second one Ive received during these nineteen years.
He promises that 2011 will be different 1) I'll talk to Belle 2) I wont leave if you ask me not to
I promise that 2011 will be a year when I 1) Start drinking earlier in the morning 2) Write letters, long ones. Let me know if you want one darlings.
J D Salinger died this year. But we'll always have catcher in the rye.