L.K.

I think the drugs are working, and I think you are probably right about the keep on living thing. Can we write a book already? It would be about all of this. About me and about you and about our separate breakdowns and our separate moments when pieces of us died. For you awhile ago, for me a month ago.

You know? Real gritty(you), real pretty(me), real witty(both of us, but we can debate about who's wittier).

Since it was my idea, and since I almost died, I get to draw the front cover, and you can draw the back.

Lines, lines, lines. I am in love with lines, but pen and ink ones not the other kind.

Oh the things we'll have to tell.

A.L.