I've been rearranging letters for recreation and recompense since I was 10. there hasn't been any money yet, but I'm keeping the faith.

Sunday, October 1

A letter to my brother from the old country, M...

Man, shit. Damn. I didn't even know.

First, sorry for your loss. Really, you know I mean it. I'd like to know what happened in Lebanon, feel free to send me an email, or share with us here... there's some good supportive folks lurking around here.

Second, email me your phone number, I have a good phone plan these days. If you act lazy and don't do this, remember I can find it online, I'm brown. I mean, I know about Canada411, and I remember your address.

Ok, what else.. too bad about the vlog. Why don't you start something anonymous? I know, its hard for self absorbed blowhards like us, but look at me! I seem to be doing just fine by shortening my name up by two letters! Do it man, you know, underground. Secret Wars Part III?

Good to see you around here though bro, you know I get mad at you when you don't write on here, I love to hear your ideas. Hope you stick to it now that you are commenting.

As far as I am concerned, dude you know I shall be back. Question is whether you shall be there when I get back. My suggestion would be to stunt your personal growth and wait for me like a village girl does for her philandering, adulterous husband. Think of Panipuri, a village in India lets say, famous for its pani puris. Yes, thats it, act like a village girl in Panipuri, and wait for me- I shall be home soon. And oh.. I'm one of those platonic husbands, I don't stray off the straight line, sorry.

You and yours are in my thoughts, always. Peace, respect, and enough good vibes (in direct contradiction to the usual hateration). Hey, that rhymed!

diP!

ps1: I, where YOU at boy?

ps2: And what the hell were both of you doing at St. Kitts at the same time? Dang, was there hiphop, cuz if there was.. I'm gonna jump off my third floor balcony now. Say, nay swear there was NO hiphop.

ps3: Everytime you come back M, I remember that line you used one day when you walked into my backyard (out of nowhere), all you said was "Its been a while since I left you, without a dope beat to step to..". Dang nigga, I miss yo ass! Again, all platonic.