FLOR-REE-DA

I am writing this under the assumption that a certain someone will not read it, but in case s/he does---you know you need help. I love you and I will be there for you when you are ready to get it and in the meantime, I don't know.

But I love Florida. Well, I love sunshine, not so big on the peeps. The locals were like the southern tropic version of your Midwest variety small town folk. Kind of nice, kind of scary and and kind of right wing. (oh yeah, I said that already, scary) But the beach was awesome, despite my now paralyzing fear of fucking bull sharks which apparently swim in as shallow as two feet of water.

I stayed in at three feet and that was a risk-a-roo for me but worth the joy nonetheless. Love the beach house, too. Looking forward to going back. NOT looking forward to watching first rate a certain person kill themself with any possible addiction possible, including anorexia, bulimia and just plain drunken stupidity.

I was drained when I stayed up and watched you try to destroy your pain with any poison imaginable....and finally saw you off to sleep. I know you probably do that shit all the time when you are alone and this time I happened to be there and it was less of a deal for us to see it than for you to hide it this time....like we didn't already suspect anyway......but just wanted to get it out. You really really really need help. I am definitely concerned for your life. I know I told you this in person and I may tell you once more but after that I don't want any more responsibility.

So there it is. Florida, see you again next year!