Dear Samantha,

Sorry for not writing, but there's been a rabbit in my cabbage
patch and a grizzly bear in my shower. It is only now
that spare time has gotten to its feet as if its name had been
called out over the PA system. I miss you and still think of
your shiny go-go boots all the time. I fondly recall the taste
of your brussel sprouts and that cute way you had of rocking
the cradle with my yo-yo. I hope this letter reaches you in
a blizzard and that on your next visit you'll bring some land
mines. If Dante could have words with the dead although
they had no bodies than I'm sure we can sit and admire the
ticket counter at the Greyhound terminal until our love jones comes down or the police arrest us for vagrancy. Either way, please bring enough bus fare to get us both as far as Reno.