Trains are for thinking, and sexual positioning. (Uncle G)

Dearest K.Dubbs:

First off, I would like to express my deepest concern for your well-being after we decided to do this, and then I took a leave of absence for weeks after. I know how hard you take things like that and there is no shitty candy hearts in the world that will ever make it ok. With that said though, I no longer will apologize for my mishaps leading up to this point, but we sure can talk about the past like it was the best years of our lives.

I was riding the train the other morning with a pad of paper and a pen, trying to think of things to either write about in one of my 3 "blog" things, and then I fell asleep.

Remember that weird little store in the neighborhood over here? I tried finding it the other day on my way back from work and I could not. It's like a heavy fog surounds the place and won't let me discover either coolest place in Naperville, or it is hiding me from a bloody and gooey death. My interest is peaking, the suspense is killing me. The truth of the matter though, is that I wouldn't feel right exploring the place without Dubbs watching my back, so maybe you're going to have to take a day off of slinging educations at people, and come hang out during the afternoon out here.

I keep running into your ex-roommate and it always makes me miss the days of walking into your room and finding both of you sleeping, so I would tip-toe backwards and close the door and pretend I wasn't creepy. The worst part of it all, was that it was like 3 in the afternoon all the time.

God, I miss TV night with pudding and the armchairs. That honestly will be one of my fondest memories of our friendship and college.

I'm feeling nostalgic now...let us reflect...

Art Museum Field Trip:


Waiting on the steps became boring, so you told one of the Goombas from the Mario Bros. Movie to eff off.


Waiting on the steps became boring, so we creeped out an old man and some children.


Waiting on the steps became boring, so you rolled your mustache like the cartoon character behind you.


We saw some art.


Then saw the inside of a bar at noon, while our classmates saw more art across the street.


Then we got drunk on our field trip, and were home by 4pm.


A couple weeks later, we pretended we weren't excited to see Avril at the mall.

God Bless. God Speed. God Rules!

Uncle Gordon

P.S. This is the weird shit your brother sends me,
http://cheston.com/pbf/archive.html