to begin an explanation:

I told you I was 20 when we were in that class, however I was only 19. Still a teenager/fleeing from the bowels of boredom in southeast Washington/Grew up in a cow pasture next to a nuclear reactor--/--I had never met a person like you. You were so poised and polished; I was still very rough around the edges. I got one of those junior high school crushes (if you couldn't tell), which was a mistake on my part - I made lots of those as I lived out being 20 (roommates are the all time worst, however). I did lots of bad things and I am not apologizing, I had to do what I did to get where I am today. It's too bad we never had a chance to "hang out", I am a very interesting and creative three dimensional person, a little shy at first but genuine and honest -- someone you don't normally stumble upon. Someone who doesn't fit in or try to (but smiles accordingly.)

Maybe some day you will see me--- A dirty bum/with a beard/carrying a rat named -Baxter-/wearing a ski mask/in a wheelchair/pushing a shopping cart/picking half smoked butts out of ashtrays/cursing at cars/feeding pizza to neighborhood cats/covering myself with duct tape/waxing poetry about broken eight tracks/talking to a sock puppet named joey/don't give me a quarter/I only act this way because I'm too intelligent/can't enjoy the mundane acts or normal life/I'm sorry if I ever kept you up at night, worrying/however I'm not sorry if I make everyone else seem boring and simpleminded/life’s just ironic that way/cause I'd bore you with my stories about batteries/and I never finished that opera about a lonesome pigeon/or a dog that ate some mushrooms/the whole point was you were supposed to watch me play this guitar song I wrote about Brian bosworth..

and to end an ending:

Take very good care of yourself, precious.

sincerely,

truly,

toodle-oo.