Letter 5
Butch Cassidy,
Oooooh, you issued a challenge!!!!
You’ll come to learn (if you’re brave enough) that I never back down from a dare.
Yes, I will always pick DARE if you ask me to choose between that and the truth.
Okay, favorite candy - I’m prefacing this by saying they’re not as sour as they used to be, but Warheads. Isn’t that fitting considering you’re a soldier and all? I like it when they make my tongue bleed. Give me allllll the sour.
And don’t say that sucking on a lime or a lemon is the same. It isn’t. I will fight you on this if you disagree with me.
Favorite place - that’s a hard one. I’ve never been to my favorite place - anywhere that doesn’t have blizzards in the winter.
At the risk of you wanting a genuine answer, I kinda like my apartment in New York. So, I’m here because Juilliard thinks I’m rather talented at the instruments I play. I got a scholarship and stuff. But that’s not why I like it here. My roomie is my favorite person (this is a BOGO response). She’s the best person I know and she’s so kind. Because you’re not telling me your name, I’m not telling you hers. I’m gonna call her Z.
So, Z and me, we come from this two-bit town in Saskatchewan that drives me crazy. My folks still live there. My whole family, to be fair. But Z and I moved together, and I’m so grateful she did. I’m not the kind of person who does well on their own. I spiral, I guess. A little too whacky for my own good.
But that’s why I think I was born to be a bruja. I should have a coven.
I like crystals too, but don’t tell Z. She’ll never let me hear the end of it.
Please, don’t tease me either? I already know it’s kooky, (and I’m practically the walking definition of kooky,) this only adds to my rep. :(
So, I was thinking about your days and I wondered… do you kill someone every day? I can’t imagine how damaging that is to the soul. If you have to, then I’m really sorry. (You never mentioned anything you want for the care package I’d like to send to you. Do you guys have baths? I have this great soak called ‘self love.’ It has nothing to do with masturbation. [Though, that’s down to user’s choice, I guess.] But it’s all about taking the time to reconnect with your inner self. I’ll get one for you. I figure you need it.)
I don’t think war’s very practical. Z wonders why I write to soldiers when everything about me disagrees with the army, but I have to. Our nations take kids and throw them onto a battlefield like it’s 1486. Sure, the weapons have changed, but the gruesome brutality of it hasn’t.
Why wouldn’t I want to talk to you? If I can give you some semblance of peace, if I can take your mind off things, if I can remind you of home and what you’re fighting for?
I know Canadians aren’t like Americans. American soldiers fight for freedom, but that’s too grandiose for us. We’re more low-key, aren’t we? Somehow, IMHO, that makes it all the more powerful.
We don’t fight for freedom.
For the free world.
We fight because it’s just.
But war isn’t just.
It’s inherently unfair.
See my struggle?
Anyhoo, I didn’t mean to get depressing, so let’s shift things back on track. I need like for like. What’s your fave candy, person, and place?
CJ
PS, I’m going to buy some selenite and charge it in the sun for you. Not sure if the vibrations will make it to wherever you are, BUT I can try.