Saturday, August 27, 2011

Dear Irene... a love letter

Hello Irene,

Listen, can I level with you? Speaking as a former Floridian... can I just say, I think you might be a little lost. Don't be embarrassed, it happens to me all the time. I'm trying to get to my usual haunts here in NYC and I say 'hey, let me try getting there a different way. See something new.' But um... I've never gotten myself so lost that I ended up in the wrong state.
You see... this is where it gets a little embarrassing. Florida is actually behind you. All the way down there. See it.. kind of looks like a wang. Yeah. So down there they are waiting for you. They expect you every summer, even if you change your name and temperament. They know it's you. They know how to treat a lady such as yourself.
Here in NYC... for get about it! Half the people won't take you seriously and the other half will be so scared of you that they'll just freak out. Believe me it's not worth it. But more importantly everyone is just going to be pissed at you. Not a great first impression I'm afraid.
Because of you the MTA shut down.... I know right! Like, NYC without subways? Yeah! And I personally can't be indoors for two days straight. It's making me stir crazy! Because of your grand arrival I have to be... for my own safety.
I'm sure you are a reasonable lady. So, was just wonder... well... okay... we were all just wondering if you could kindly f of. That's right, get the f... out of here. No body wants you... so I don't even know what you are thinking. Is it like a joke? Because it isn't funny. I mean, we just had an earthquake. I don't know what's more ridiculous.
So give us a break and go home. I mean, I shouldn't be getting calls from my family in Florida saying they are worried about me... here... in Brooklyn. It's just, I don't know, backwards. You know? Are you going through something? Is that it Irene? Do you need counseling? Because I could recommend someone... in Georgia or Florida maybe but not here. Acting out is never the way. So please... Irene just do yourself a favor and stop. Please... and thank you.

XOXO

H

 






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