Not liking myself

Last night, Louis was out and sad, as usual. When he re-read one of those letters from MH, he got really angry, and we allowed him to respond to it. All he said in the response was “We hate you.”

Well, you can imagine that such a childish reaction may fit an 8yo boy, but not a 30+ man. I should have tried to intervene or something. MH wrote back and said that with all the “REAL” medical problems she has been having lately, that if we think on the bright side, maybe she’ll just drop dead and we won’t have to worry about her anymore. Now tell me, doesn’t that smack of Piers?

Whatever demons drive me sometimes apparently are in my sister, as well. I know it’s hateful, but I thought about responding to the latest e-mail by saying two things. She’s too mean to die, and that I don’t really believe in her condition. Anyone reading me for a while will know where the second reference came from. I am evil, and I don’t want to exist.

I’m sorry.

My Mikey, I love you forever times PI cubed plus one,

Your Nasty Jack