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On the Road Again, Johnny Cash ★🎸
1:06 ─〇───── 5:01
Dear Mom,
I'm sorry to have left like this. My trophies and my posters and CDs and everything are still in the closet, I couldn’t possibly fit them all into my van but couldn't bring myself to trash them. I'm sure Dad will. If you'd just save the Kerry Moonbeam one, I'd like to come back for it later. It’s the one with the guy who’s wearing that sparkly eyeshadow. It’s rolled up behind the door. Please don’t let him get rid of it.
And tell Dad I'm sorry about what happened - I hadn't meant to embarrass him like that. If he'd listen, he'd know I mean it. It wasn’t what it looked like.
It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. I’d meant to tell you, but the time never seemed right. I don't know how to explain. Don't let him go too hard on Lawrence. Don't let him go to his house. Don't let him talk to his mother.
It's not his fault. Really it isn't. I take the blame. God, don't let him talk to Lawrence.
I need time to think things over, and I'm sure he does too. I need to figure out what to say. Don’t tell me to come home, I’m okay. Really, I am. I've got my guitar, and this van of mine has all its tires again (it's still clunky, but it moves. Thank Mr. Short again for selling it to me so cheap.)
I know you think it's a death trap, but it's my death trap.
Oh, and Andy can have all my baseball cards.
I don't want you to think of this as me fleeing - you and I both know I tend to wander. And I hope I can wander to something better. Big open sky, life on the road, that doesn't cost anything.
I promise I'm okay.
Your son,
Gregory DeMayo