Scare you? Daniel, darling, if I wanted to frighten you, I’d do much worse than send a message on a blogging site. You amuse me.
Have you checked that depressing little bag of yours? Your ‘house’? I left you a gift. You said to me that you write better on drugs, yes? Well! Let us see about that. I tire of your dangerous behavior whilst speaking with senile men at homosexual pubs- the cocaine I provided you is the highest quality I could find on the market.
Do tell me how it is, Daniel.
Oh! I nearly forgot!- you are my boy, beloved. Even if your shattered mind has not remembered it yet.
Weird stalker guy! I was wondering when you’d pop up again, though I was hoping it was never. I always have my bag on me. I practically sleep with my tape recorder like it’s a child’s toy. How dare you call it depressing, it holds up better than most my relationships. But I haven’t been by my room lately.. how did you even get in? How do you know where I live? Not sure if I like that. Might have to work on finding another place if what you’re saying to me is true… how do I know what you aren’t giving me is laced? Maybe stay out of my room…
I’m not your fucking boy pal.