Letter from Los Angeles

We saw Greenberg and Greg wanted to know why a 25-year-old would willingly subject herself to a 40-something misanthrope and all I could say was um; I need to treat my stomach better when I get back, better than tacos and milkshakes, I had this episode where I was swimming in dark beer and medication and deposited three pounds of puppy chow on the sidewalk, and then we took a picture of the vomit, I had never seen so much, it seemed like the Hollywood thing to do; I'm not sure about graduate school, I don't do well in institutions, I'm bootstraps and breadwinning and there are many names I haven't read, and every year that passes, it seems like there are more; when I crashed my bike I was filled with a liter of wine and my arm turned purple, then yellow, aurora borealis from wrist to shoulder, and I took pictures of scars because that, then, seemed like the Chicago thing to do; and I remind you that you have to be careful, you are irreplaceable, I saw you made your dad write in all caps, don't keep doing that. Last day here, can I bring you a souvenir?