(none) 12

Dear Christopher Walken,

There's the guy I used to know from grade school. He always smelled like mustard. I see pictures of him now and I can still smell it. He was my best friend and also the only person I've ever thrown a punch at.

I missed.

Intention, action, interpretation, effect. Nobody really knows what we're really thinking but I suppose the good days are those when at least we know what we're thinking, if you catch my drift.

I mean, Wow, dude, say something inspirational will you?

See the thing is, we're still young. You're a fairly old guy, and I say that with all due respect, but you've been around. You've seen things, been places.

People say, Dude, you're young, don't worry about it. Do what you want to do. Travel on your credit card. Go out on Monday night. Chase the girl that doesn't want you anyway. Make those choices and run them into the wall, nobody's going to judge you.

But that's just it, no? Sure, we are the young ones. But soon enough we'll no longer be there. We're not dying anytime soon but we are, indeed, growing older, and at a rapid pace.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'd like to take a swing at a guy and hit him for once. While I'm still young. I think you'd understand.

Sincerely.