Writing Letters [completed // editing]

| letter one august 15 1999 *

**EDITED**

"And all those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music."

                                ~friedrich nietzsche

Dear Angel,

 It was a stormy Saturday night, and I was driving home, drunk. A pretty normal occurance for me, to be honest.

You see, after I rear-ended you, I really wasn't really that upset. 

I never have cares, or at least that's what to tell myself. 

After I rear-ended you, you climbed out of your car, Angel. Do you remember that? Knocking on my window, you said "Are you crazy? You could kill someone," you said rather angrily. With a smirk on my face, even in one of my drunken stupors, I could be annoying, I said, "Oh fuck off, you prick," and then I drove away. 

Do you remember?

As always 

Ash