Since I graduated high school and moved to London four years ago I have kept a correspondence with my friend Josh Rawson. In high school I liked him because he was weird and awkward and would walk around quoting Wes Anderson movies all day. I think I might make this a regular thing. So we just played Bonaroo Festival in Tennessee. It was deep. I saw Vampire Weekend. What a boring bunch of college kids. The bass player dances around like a gigantic gay bunny rabbit.
Super lame. I bet you would have loved it. I missed MIA. I heard it was crazy. A gigantic sex party. Oh well. Festivals are too deep for me.
Who wants to walk around surrounded by 80, ugly, barely clothed people- half of them who have Grateful Dead tattoos? I am becoming obsessed with the end of the world. The gas prices are so fucked up here. The internet scares me. Teenagers scare me. Politics scare me. Technology really fucking scares me. TV scares me. Hippies and enviormentalists scare me more than anything else though. So I think I am gonna stock up on bottled water so when the nuclear fallout happens I can trade water for all sorts of commodities ammunition, canned goods, bicycles, batteries.
I am so smart. Saw the whole Sciortino family a couple of days ago. I stayed away from your parents. Your mom scares me. For the artwork they have like a million pictures of themselves. So anyway, keep that money saved away. Start making plans.
I think December might be better for me. Do you hate me? Maybe you got too famous. My Grandpa died. I sat with him on the deathbed. Then a crazy fucking Italian funeral and wake. Guidos are the most fucked up race of people.
