Posted December 2nd, 2126
Dear Me,
Well, look at you! Sitting pretty in your very own apartment, paid for with money you actually earned and managed to save up ....
You should know, Trip's pretty damn proud of you. He's a gruff old bastard, but he likes you. You know he does; he wouldn't bother calling you "peanut" if he didn't. Look at the way he is with Lexi - seriously, if she was on fire, he'd laugh. She's nothing but a pain in his butt. Okay, so you're a pain in his butt, but not as much as her. You are a productive member of society for the first time in, like, thirty years. If he was your dad, he'd be taking you out somewhere fancy for dinner.
So yeah ....you have a home. It isn't the home you used to know, the home you still dream about sometimes and wake up aching to go back to. Even if you could go back, they wouldn't know you. They moved on, the way they should. Maybe they still remember you fondly, share stories about you when they get together at Solstice, but you're not a part of their lives anymore. You haven't been, ever since the day you left without saying goodbye.
I know, it wasn't your fault. You did your best to say goodbye afterward, but no one could hear you. You haunted them for months until Marx finally had you transferred to this side of the city. And to be fair, under Trip, you've had a good run. You're good at what you do. You don't pop 'em and run, like George does, and you don't try and get money out of their grieving relatives like Lexi. Even when you were acting out and doing your damnedest to get right up Trip's nose, you never once let one of your people down. Who knows how long you'll be doing this? But if you're good at it now, make sure you stay good at it. These people don't get a whole lot of dignity in the way they come to you; they deserve a little courtesy.
But it wasn't enough. Living from handouts and sleeping on George's couch ....not a good way to spend a score of years. So you finally did something about it. You got a job - shocking, I know - and it's something you love to do. Hopefully your new neighbors aren't going to mind your practicing, but if they complain, you can always soundproof the bedroom and keep your kit in there.
Tip from the future - buy two couches. It won't make sense to you right now, but you'll be glad you did in a few months' time. I'm not gonna say any more. Oh, and never run out of bacon. Trip likes your new place so much the morning meeting will be moving to yours - suck it up and smile. You'll get an easier time of it if you just let them in every day rather than complain about it. Also ....don't piss off the warlock in the building. Trust me, you do not want to spend a year with him attempting to kill you in interesting ways, purely because he's worked out that it's impossible to kill you at all. Just be nice, and hopefully you'll avoid waking up having been decapitated. It's not fun having to clean blood out of your own mattress after spending an hour trying to find your own damned head.
Just so you know, I like this apartment. It's home. It's our home, and we haven't had one of those in a really long time. So spread out, make it yours. I guarantee you will not regret it.
More to come from the scary beyond, You
Dear Me,
Well, look at you! Sitting pretty in your very own apartment, paid for with money you actually earned and managed to save up ....
You should know, Trip's pretty damn proud of you. He's a gruff old bastard, but he likes you. You know he does; he wouldn't bother calling you "peanut" if he didn't. Look at the way he is with Lexi - seriously, if she was on fire, he'd laugh. She's nothing but a pain in his butt. Okay, so you're a pain in his butt, but not as much as her. You are a productive member of society for the first time in, like, thirty years. If he was your dad, he'd be taking you out somewhere fancy for dinner.
So yeah ....you have a home. It isn't the home you used to know, the home you still dream about sometimes and wake up aching to go back to. Even if you could go back, they wouldn't know you. They moved on, the way they should. Maybe they still remember you fondly, share stories about you when they get together at Solstice, but you're not a part of their lives anymore. You haven't been, ever since the day you left without saying goodbye.
I know, it wasn't your fault. You did your best to say goodbye afterward, but no one could hear you. You haunted them for months until Marx finally had you transferred to this side of the city. And to be fair, under Trip, you've had a good run. You're good at what you do. You don't pop 'em and run, like George does, and you don't try and get money out of their grieving relatives like Lexi. Even when you were acting out and doing your damnedest to get right up Trip's nose, you never once let one of your people down. Who knows how long you'll be doing this? But if you're good at it now, make sure you stay good at it. These people don't get a whole lot of dignity in the way they come to you; they deserve a little courtesy.
But it wasn't enough. Living from handouts and sleeping on George's couch ....not a good way to spend a score of years. So you finally did something about it. You got a job - shocking, I know - and it's something you love to do. Hopefully your new neighbors aren't going to mind your practicing, but if they complain, you can always soundproof the bedroom and keep your kit in there.
Tip from the future - buy two couches. It won't make sense to you right now, but you'll be glad you did in a few months' time. I'm not gonna say any more. Oh, and never run out of bacon. Trip likes your new place so much the morning meeting will be moving to yours - suck it up and smile. You'll get an easier time of it if you just let them in every day rather than complain about it. Also ....don't piss off the warlock in the building. Trust me, you do not want to spend a year with him attempting to kill you in interesting ways, purely because he's worked out that it's impossible to kill you at all. Just be nice, and hopefully you'll avoid waking up having been decapitated. It's not fun having to clean blood out of your own mattress after spending an hour trying to find your own damned head.
Just so you know, I like this apartment. It's home. It's our home, and we haven't had one of those in a really long time. So spread out, make it yours. I guarantee you will not regret it.
More to come from the scary beyond, You