to Sam, love Sam

Dear Sam,

People are always asking... What are you doing for the summer? Do you have a job? And I'm always replying... No, just taking some time off to relax.

And even though I've started to believe this well-constructed catch phrase, I'm always screaming in my brains...

NO THAT'S NOT TRUE AT ALL. I JUST WANT TO DANCE. JUST TO DANCE ALL NIGHT AND WAKE UP WITH HEADACHES THAT MAKE ME LIE HALF ASLEEP IN MY BED TIL 2 IN THE AFTERNOON AND GIVE ME REASON WHEN I DO GET UP TO WALK DOWNSTAIRS IN MY TOO-SMALL PAJAMAS AND UN-BATHED MOCK-FRO AND CATCH CATS PASSING BY THE COUCH WITH THE CHRISTMAS BLANKET I PULLED DOWN FROM THE VERY TOP UNREACHABLE CORNERS OF THE CABINET AND WATCH SCRUBS FOR HOURS AND EAT CEREAL AND MAC 'N CHEESE AND WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN AND THE STARS START TO DANCE ACROSS THE SKY I GET TO DANCE TOO AND SO IT BEGINS ALL OVER AGAIN.

My life has become a series of uneventful events...

and I love it.

Love, Sam