r—,
i guess maybe you’re mad at me or something. does someone with a beginner’s mind hold a grudge?
i tell a friend about you and make a joke about how i’ve been listening to your music, and even though we got into an argument in a golf course parking lot in austin on easter, i hope my listens are paying dividends to help support your addiction to cigarettes. she doubts they do, but we both laugh.
we debate on whether or not there’s something cosmic or karmic between you and i that lent to such a charged interaction. personally, i think it’s possible.
i’m tempted to explain myself here, but don’t know it’s totally necessary. a big part of me thinks you might not like this email, so i’ll spare you my feelings.
“what a mess i wanna make with you,” i hear you sing in the background.
always,
halee
