My dear William,

  I must confess, I'm not the most sober when writing this. I doubt this will even be properly sent to you, so I'll just scribble here with my pen.

Every day has been more stressful than the last, though I suppose you are in the same boat as me. You said in your last letter about a gorgeous sunrise where you were. I wish I could see it, and have the two of use just laying under the stars, stargazing like when we were young boys again.

Managing the city has been stressful, especially trying to keep my new addiction under lock and key from the public. What would they do if they learned their mayor was a drunken idiot?

It's been so lonely without you here, Celine has no time for me now that Mark keeps her at home all day. She could turn him into a frog, I don't see why she hasn't done it yet, if I had studies witchcraft like she has I'd do it on my controlling husband.

Not saying I don't want a wife or husband, heaven's no. Someone to come home to that isn't the cat or a lonely house would be great, but every single woman that comes to my interest Celine runs off. She's only ten minutes older than me, she doesn't have to be so controlling!

It just gets very lonely being by yourself, but I'm not despite enough to stay in a position like our poor Celine is in. In an abuse relationship, not being allowed to do what I want, not talk to friends who I hold dear. I'd be surprised if she wasn't cheating on him with someone, well, maybe.

My, have my words always been so messy? It could just be the drink now that I think about it. Oh well, you'll never receive this so who am I to care about poor penmanship?

You know, b is a prefect letter. If you flip it, it becomes d, if you turn it upside down it becomes p and if you flip and turn it around it becomes q. I wonder why that is. Seems like the people creating the old alphabet either became lazy or never realized.

Why do you think the sky if blue? Do you think it's just because the sun makes it blue from it's light? If so, shouldn't the moon do the same to the night?

"It keeps going on and one with weird facts and questions,"

"It still can't get the 'b' thing out of my head,"

"Whatever, if it keeps going on and on with facts then just put it down-"

"Oh, hold on, there's something on the bottom,"

My, now I'm never going to be able to get this to you. No matter. You are precious to me, William, you were my first friend who didn't see me as a lame for my leg, or didn't take advantage of my kindness at all. You deserve the world, Will, in my eyes you do. Please don't get yourself killed out there, we love you. Celine loves you, I love you, Mark, though never admitted, loves you.

We care about you and can't wait for you to come home for Christmas. Stay safe my friend, and don't forget to cease the moment. That's what you always told us.

With much love from a dear freind, 

Damien