When You're Not Looking

one more thing...

dear mr. author-guy,

i understand the dramatic pretense of killing our hero, but i hate it. i relate with this guy. i grow as he grows, despite his consistently drunken state. i hope as the little part of him hopes, for change. my soul reaches up, and in my mind, i'm cheering him on, as though he was in a marathon. i can see him nearing the finish line as the book draws to a close. and then, like some malevolent god, you swat and smash your own creation like a bug. poo on you, mr. author-guy. poo on you.

molly

edit: i have a tendency to write letters to people in my head.

posted by molly @ 1:56 PM