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Greetin's brudda man, Sorry, I meant to write you the other night (the 22nd) but I went out with Jeungeun and Ky to that shitty poetry show in Brooklyn. The Biergarten was the shit though, remember that? By the time I got home, I was too drunk to give a shit about you. My apologies =] So how's it all on your end? How was graduation? What the fuck are you going to do now? This year has been an interesting one. The sweepee fiasco. Should have never let that fool live with you. Eh, ya live ya learn. Joe died. End of March. Fucking shame. Went on that roadtrip and to mexico. Spent the summer trying to swoon Christina. I would bet good money that you barely even talk to her anymore. How would I know, you ask? Cause right now I'm feeling the 'I don't give two shits about that situation either way' vibe. You know that feeling. You got a hand wound right now. Well, a couple, but the most impressive one being bound by three stitches. Remember stabbing yourself. Remember the hole? Fucking righteous. How's the scar? Still working for Nat and Pedro, though probably not for much longer. I'm not a fan of there personality types, but you do what you must. Niegel is cool shit though, talk to him much? How's the poetry? I've taken a bit of a break from it, though when I do write, it's in a relatively unadorned black book or the atomic brown. I'm upset about the plainness of this black one though. I think I'm about to add something to it. .... I just added coins to it using Gorilla Glue. lol... it's going to be strange. I won't remember doing that, I'll just know it to be the book with coins by the time you read this. Awesome. Family is interesting. Mera's depressed. Maybe you should spend a year wherever she is. Seriously consider that. Dave is also depressed. Tell me he has a female. Annie is the same bitch she always will be. Malakai is good. I'm running out of shit to talk about here. I know there were a ton of things I wanted to say while drunk. I remember being on the train thinking of them all. Maybe I pissed them all out onto that wall of the Moshulu train station. So much is on my mind lately. I want to get out. Live life enjoyably. Have stories to tell the youngsters. Good stories. I gotta hit up Euro for a while. Scotland -> London -> France -> Germany. $$$ galore. How is that situation. The $$$ one. Well, I hope. Money is a HUGE problem right now, though we aren't letting it get to us. How's the screenwriting? PLEASE tell me you kept up with it. Get back to it. Semiautobiography is worth cheddar mang. Anyway, I'm out to do nothing for a bit then call Christina cause I didn't call her on sat, due to Melissa's wedding. Didn't get drunk at all, despite massive amounts of alcohol. See ya later, brudda. Take care. Much Love. The following is an e-mail from the past, composed on Wednesday, August 22, 2007, and sent via FutureMe.org by FutureMe user cap_xero (mrivera87@pipemail.mercy.edu) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hey there River Man, Do people still call you that? Gypsy Pete and The River Man, the dynamic duo of poetry (pormtry, as Swee would say). The years are rolling by, buddy.I was looking over the old letters, and shit.. they're OLD. I remember thinking back in 05 that there was no way this site would be around another 3 years. Guess I was wrong. You still think about Rose. Sorry to drop the big boy, I just had to know. She's been on your mind alot lately. Well, on mine. I suspect its because we split in August. Well.. SOM just began. You just met Joe a couple weeks ago. Cool guy. Also met Damien... two days ago. Also a cool guy. Working in Mercy for Natalie for just short of a year now. Got the job right after the last letter. How the hell are onion roots going? Have you finished school yet you damn bastard?!?! Back to love... you at it again. I hope not. I mean, I wouldn't mind the ass... I've only gone a month and I'm losing my fucking mind... but nevertheless... being alone is good. If you do have a new chick... cherish her... but don't over do it mike.. remember... too much investment often means not alot of gain. Play it safe, pat'na. How's the blog coming along. Well I hope. You must have an assload of pieces by now. So sweet. looking more and more like a poet everyday my friend. I bet you read the shit I wrote this week and cringe. I hope not... that shit is hot to me. Fuck you buddy... don't insult my writing. These letters always feel so incomplete at the end. Like I wish I had said a million more things. Right now, we're in the back of Nat's room, bored to shit while her summer class takes their forth test. I'm wearing a white tee, white wife beater, white sox, black uptowns, blue jeans (get new ones, will ya) and the green striped boxers for the second day. You really haven't showered as much since swee started crashing with ya. Is he still? You're writing in that orange book, with Styles on the back. about 10 pages in, give or take. Oh yeah, past me said to remind you that Carol's birthday is November 24. I have a feeling that is important. Maybe fate is playing with that one, aye? I'm including the last letter, you should include this one in the next... see real change. Take care Mike. And keep writing. I love ya man. (The following is an e-mail from the past, composed on Tuesday, August 22, 2006, and sent via FutureMe.org) Mikey Mike, How you doing boss? One year left in school (hopefully) and life has taken quite a shitload of turns huh? by the time I'm you're writing this, we've realized life is mostly a guessing game. Nothing is for sure. Yeah yeah, you say you always new that, but it was I who learned that first hand for you boss, you're just reaping the benefits. Kept up with your poetry? How about your parkour? Ants coming through soon, you better be ready for dude. How's Ri? How's everyone. Hopefully we're all breathing... know how quick that can change. Oh yeah, carols b-day is nov 24. Dunno why it's important, but we sent it to me a year ago... gotta keep the train rockin. Whats good with work fam? hopefully you got the dough coming in. You need it fool. Kept up with Dark Legacy? Probably not. Its weird, I imagine you as this old hacker type cat. I know your ass is me with a few more minutes on your record lol. You teaching yet? Hit me back with the answers. May be hard, I know =). Just answer them in your head, I'll hear em partna. Take care of us. I got about 93 more years I want to live pal, gotta make it to 2100. Check ya later. Mikey Mike