Precursor
Yo Wax,
I’m hoping that by the time you read this, I’ll have accomplished something. I’m sorry for keeping you out of the loop like this. I think it’s safest for everyone if you keep yourself away from all this, from this twisted, sick story our lives have become.
You know, it’s not, though. In reality, it’s a love story. That’s something Ellis told me once; everything is a love story, when you get down to it. Not everything’s a romance, and not every love story has a happy ending, but every story really is about love. It might be a person loving another person, or a person loving a drug, or loving God, or nature, or whatever. It might even just be a person loving a story enough to tell it. Those were Ellis’ favorites, he said. But the fact is that love motivates every story worth telling.
Now don’t go get all excited. This is not me professing my love for you. What I’m saying is that I’m not doing what I’m about to do out of hate, or revenge, or anger. I’m doing it because it needs to be done, out of love for what we all used to be. We used to be… I don’t know. “Normal” isn’t the word, but we certainly didn’t used to be messed up like this. Ellis gone. You and me being forced into this effed up life. It’s not right, man. So, I know you can’t, and you shouldn’t, do anything about it now, but I can, and I’m going to. I’m going after Burchamp, and I’m going to expose him for what he is. I’m going to twist his life the way he’s twisted our lives, and, with any luck, I’ll put him back into a jail cell where he can rot for the rest of his life. “Give a man luck and throw him into the sea.” Ellis said that to me once. He’d read it somewhere and thought it sounded, I don’t know, cool or something. Neither of us had any idea what it meant. But now, not get all poetical on you, I feel like I’m about to throw myself into the sea. And I could use some luck.
Don’t look for me, Wax. Don’t come after me. Take care of yourself, brother.
Nickels