nothing will be the same without you
my heart is broken
I started this as a way to vent- and it seems other people appreciated it, so now I am formalizing my letters to some of the unloved in the world. They must be unloved or someone else would have told them this stuff already.
Dear Older Dude in the convertible Benz behind me in traffic this morning, who I watched, via my rear view mirror, really go digging for gold up his nose, then proceed to immediately put that same finger in his mouth- yes, he picked it and licked it: