lost pocket watch

John,

It’s been a while and I just was wondering if you ever got your head screwed back on evenly. I heard you’ve been thinking more lately, and it’s about damn time you took my advice and started breathing again.

Well I’m writing because I lost my pocket watch again, and I think this time I left it at the base of your bed beside that half-busted rosary you’ve got laying there. If you find it call me; if you don’t, keep looking.

Just yesterday I remembered where I put that Emerson book you let me borrow two years ago—but then I remembered some ugly kid’s face from my high school years and I had to forget it all quick. Sorry, maybe next time.

That’s it,
Buddy