Friday, June 13, 2008

Letter

A father passing by his son's bedroom, was astonished to see the bed was nicely made,
and everything was picked up. Then, he saw an envelope, propped up prominately on the
pillow. I was addressed 'Dad'. With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope
and read the letter, with trembling hands.
'Dear Dad.
It is with great regret and sorrow that I am writing to you.
I had to elope with my new girlfriend, because I wanted to avoid a scene with mum and you.
I've been finding s real passion with Stacey, and she is so nice, but I knew you would not approve of her, because of all her piercing's, tattoos, her tight Motorcycle clothes, and because she is so much older than I am. But its not only the passion, Dad. She's pregnant.
Stacey said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods, and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children. Stacey has really opened my eyes to the fact marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves, and trading it with the other people in the commune, for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS, so Stacey can get better. She sure deserves it! Don't worry Dad, I'm 15, and I know how to take care of myself. Someday, I'm sure we'll be back to visit, so you can get to know your many grandchildren.
Love, your son, Joshua.
P.S. Dad none of the above is true.

I'm over at Jason's house. I just wanted you to know that there are
worse things in life than the school report that's on the kitchen table.
Call when it's safe to come home.

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