Sincerely Ty

I’M SICK!!! The crud that followed me from Africa to Afghanistan finally caught up with me and made its plan of attack. I would (and should) be resting, but the natives who live in the ‘hood behind my room have decided to have a neighborhood feast. A feast so grand that is entails loud Afghani tunes that will eventually rock my throbbing head to sleep. What madness is this? And why is he playing a piccolo? I swear there’s an accordian out there too.

Anyway, all I can say is, “Lord, what hell hast thou brought me to?” Would this be a bad time to pray for a terrorist attack on the piccolo? I don’t want anyone to get hurt…except for the piccolo. And maybe the guy playing it will have a slight hand injury so he’ll be forced to no longer play that dreadful instrument again. I’m so hateful. I shouldn’t say such things, but did I mention that I’M SICK!!! Did I also mention that not only do I have the lovely Aghani beats to get down to, I also have to listen to my next door neighbor yell, “Turn it down!”, from her patio. Is this b**** crazy? One of these people might have a cousin or thug nephew in the Taliban. I may be pissed about the music, but I’ll be damned if I’m saying a peep. I can recover from a bad cold, but a bullet wound might not be so easy.

Please pray for me. I feel like crap and the piccolo guy is making me worse. He isn’t out of breath yet, so I’m gonna need to go for the heavy narcotics tonight.  MAKE IT STOP!!!

Well, honeys, I still can’t believe you people read this mess. I’ve been traveling and haven’t really had a chance to ramble on about absolutely nothing. Glad I could be your pocket full of sunshine.

Sincerely, ty!

P.S. If my grammar is bad, forgive me. I’ve been speaking broken English and Franglitex (French, English, Texan) for the last few months and my English-degree-toting-self is just to damn sick and lazy to proofread.