Merry Death

Let me apologize first.

If for whatever strange twist of fate in the universe you are the author of this next piece and you are reading this, please forgive me for all I am about to say. I know its not nice. I know its bad karma. I know that I should just shut up and thank my stars that I have everything I need and want right in the house with me.

This all starts with an email that a person sent in order to check up on someone we hadn't heard from in a while. Its not a personal relationship we share, just an acquaintance. We both thought she was mildly ill (cough, cold, etc.). So when this response came back, we were both floored.

Thanks. The bronchitis is getting better slowly. "V*" has not cut herself since we caught her and my son is doing better. But I am trying to find me a new place to live. I think that would help to get away from my mom. My boyfriend has helpled my son a lot even though he is in jail. Things are getting better. Thanks,
"T*"

Going to hell, going to hell. You all know you are laughing. You know that you are reading saying, "Oh, that's good. Um..WHAT? Ok, improper English. Well, I understand the Mom thing....WHAT?" You know you are staring blankly at the screen with a dumbfounded smiling look on your face. You might have even let out one "Ha" as well. It just keeps coming and coming. Honestly, someone send this to Ben Stiller. He has a new script.


*Names have been altered as to not incriminate anyone*

posted by Metalmeredith @ 4:21 PM