A letter from September 1st, 2016 (so bear with me, just a note on the weather and meals)

Dear Will(iam), Today I drank/will finish a fifth of vodka. And smokes some wax and flower (that is what they are calling it now: Flower). And it rained. And Eleanor the cat ran away from me, though I expect she will be back within an hour. Seems all but me are sleeping @ 1220A local here today, judging from the lights abroad. Right now, my balls itch (which is common lately), and I need a mixer. Lights, wind, an odor of citrus with pine or burning cotton on it. I like "wax." Concentrated canna has sweetened and enlarged my sense of the chemical possibilities. Probably extended my life and staved off the cancers that threaten my family. And you? What do you do, old man? The booze is/was best left behind, and I hope and expect you did, but for a healthful 4-6 oz. glass of red wine a day. Seems almost harmless now. That amazing (trans) plant I hope as well is still doing you well, and the many millions other. Sacrament? Well, almost. If you are reading this, then [mostly] all's well. Must be. Fun fact: today it peaked at about 64ºF, when 23 days ago it topped 90. Global what? Warning? Did we heed it? I hope so, or at least I hope if we didn't then we learned to live with the consequences and how not to repeat the mistake. . .(or else you know sickeningly well how badly we failed, as the water rises and the sky threatens, amid who knows what else we did in response, in fear). So, if there is still a non-ludicrous functioning US of A, I am amazed, hopeful, and can only push you on to keep the idiots from destroying our breathing/drinking/eating/warming/cooling/resting/reproducing/pausing for a moment apparatus, that is an accomplishment. And I know you did more than 90% of your fellows, peers, inmates. Naz-Dah-Roviyah! Will and 37.2 trillion of his cells salute you and claim asylum!