Jalen
Legacy Name: Jalen

Dear friend,
Dear friend. This is so stupid. I don't know anything about you. You don't know anything about me. If you did, you wouldn't want to be my friend. I'm assuming all of these letters are going right to the shredder, as is your right. And their right. And my right. No one cares.
Surprise.
I don't know what to tell you that is interesting about me. I learned how to lie from my dad. I learned how to jack six packs in oversized sweaters from my mom. I didn't learn anything from my sister. She has nothing important to say most of the time. Is that interesting? Do you think I'm cool now?
Of course not.
Unfortunately, that's all I got. I hope this letter finds you well. I sealed it with a coppery kiss. Just for you.
Jalen

Dear friend,
All that glitters is not gold. It could be pyrite, which sparkles like gold, but in reality, it's practically worthless. I feel bad for the idiots who thought they struck it big with that just to find out that it was a useless sulfide mineral. On the bright side, you can use pyrite for explosives. You won't get rich off of it, but you can blow a lot of shit up. That has to count for something.
Jalen

Dear friend,
It's Friday, and I only have one cigarette left. That sucks especially bad because we're snowed in until my apartment manager sends someone to save the twelve or so people out of my building.
I don't actually know anything about my neighbors. I have only seen one neighbor one time, and she was old and blind in one eye. She called me ma'am. I didn't know what to say to her, so I just held the door open for her and after she got her rickety bag of bones up the stairs, I went into my apartment and didn't come back out.
I have a cat named Twig. She's ugly. She looks like her face got smashed in with a frying pan. Fortunately, I am not judgmental. Also I didn't have a choice but to take her in after my nan died. It was either take Twig into my apartment or take Twig to the shelter. She's so damn ugly, nobody would adopt her. I knew that. Whatever. She's a pretty good listener. Twig likes classical music.
Jalen

Dear friend,
I got a text from my ex today. I almost laughed. He told me he hopes I have a good New Years. I didn't reply. Had I replied, I would have told him to fuck right off. I guess I still care about him a little, because I know if I told him to fuck right off, he wouldn't take it lightly. Well, I don't hope he has a good New Years. So there's that. I just don't care that much.
New Years is depressing anyway. It's a new year but I'm still the same old me. There are dog piss stains in my heart and tar in my lungs that aren't going anywhere any time soon. A crappy day in the dead of winter isn't going to change that.
I don't have plans for the day either. I guess Twig and I will just hang out at home for the night. Maybe we'll get crazy and I'll put on some Tchaikovsky for her. Who knows?
Well anyway, that's what I have for today. Whoever you are, wherever you are, happy holidays, I guess.
Jalen

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