  (Part 3 of 8) previous letter Dear Dennis, Thanks for calling me back the other day. It was a weird conversation, but I'm not going to worry about it. I'm sorry I got pissed off. I just had this idea in my head that you'd send me the money and I'd buy the bus ticket, but I don't blame you for thinking I'd use it to score. You're probably right. Ever since my van got stolen, I've been pretty on edge, so anyway I'm sorry again. So go ahead and buy me a bus ticket, and tell me when to be on it. If you don't mind driving me to those dealer guys' place, that'd be cool, since I'm not going to have wheels. I won't get you involved. You can just wait in the car. Anyway, I'm sorry about the shit on the phone. I was 
just jonesing, but a guy up here
traded me dope for my ass, so it's cool. He said he had a really good time with me, so you don't
have to worry about being disappointed with how I look now, if you're worried about that. Don't
stop believing in me, Dennis. It was just a bad day. Thank you.
Gregg Dear Dennis, I guess you know by now that I didn't make it down there. I tried to call you, but either you don't want to talk to me or you're out of town or something. I fucked up, okay? What do you expect? That's why I want to come down there and see you, because I'm a fucking mess on my own. I'll do whatever you say. If you send me another ticket, I won't sell it. I swear on my life. Please write me back. I love you. Do you know how hard it is for me to say that? Gregg [next letter] |