#anvik

To: CMcIntyre, 6/18/12

Fr: RWallin

C

this season’s flying--time passing fast enough right now i don’t really know what to do about it. my life. woah. gone in the time it takes to rinse my clothes and pack. 

i really like jeff; we’re stuck together, so that’s fortunate, and i think it’s also why. i doubt we’d be friends if not for this situation, and maybe we aren’t now, but we’re on the same side. i know he’s in my ‘corner’ just because we’ve got one, if that makes sense. you take us out of here and we’re just as solo and struggling and fucked up as ever--but here in this little micro-community we’re two legs of a ladder--banded together  and so of course we keep standing for, with, and because of each other. 

i’ll make you dinner you do me a favor we rehang a door. 

because thats

team.

spirit.

brother.

nicknames and jokes. 

cigarettes and bubblegum. 

he’s all about chocolate chip cookies and i’m all about dill pickles; he tells me about his love life and i tell him about my lack of a love life while we play cards, crouched in ashes, breathing in dead fish and laughing in despair.

being out here is like being a little kid. guess it's lucky then, that i am.